There’s a flower
that’s blooming out on the horizon
and here we stand
on these towers thrust up from the ocean
and we can’t find our wings
And my heart breaks
from the pressure of a billion broken lives
and I’m not strong enough
on my own to somehow answer all their cries
and all I have is grief and rage
As the foundations shake
metamorphosis
is equal parts rarity and vitality
and plastic wings
are bought and sold
ten thousand-fold
and war ensues
with self-interest
viciously pursued
And my heart breaks
as lonely millions cascade from the towers
with their faulty wings
only together will we ever reach the flower
And my patience fades
as the petals are glowing so brightly
so I take the hands
of all I can
and face the fall
And we embrace the wind
and we gasp as the flower grasps so tightly
and our wings are freed
and we soar across the rolling seas
and away from all the greed.
But my heart breaks
for all the pleading hands that I couldn’t find
and I awake
from my reverie
and see we’ll never truly fly
with others left behind