... and on the count of 3, go.

flyer than the rest of 'em, higher than the rest of 'em,
more creative and elated clear-minded not sedated when
i, write and sing a "thing" i think comes fast and blinks like light too bright i might
just, stop and stumble and mumble to myself what else can i say about this moment and time of this day, ways change like those days and how it would, should, and could be that we, constantly stay in this "want to be" frame of thought that only seems to get better when we compare things we bought.