Should I sit here?
Or should I fly?
Sit or fly.
Such a tough decision.
Sitting here watching the world go by is awfully nice;
I can rest my weary wings
and let these ruffled feathers fall back into place.
In fact, the more I sit here, the better it feels.
The more I sit here, the sleepier I get.
Still, my wings feel kind of restless.
Like they want to do what they’re here to do.
And though it takes a bit of doing
to propel this little body of mine into the air,
with my wings all aflutter and my eyes on the sky,
the more I fly, the better it feels.
The more I fly, the happier I get.
The more I fly, the more I’m me.