Fly Far

I have dreams of flying far Don’t know where to set the bar I have dreams of made numbers Things like flowers growing arms Lots of shit to make me wonder Express my bizarre findings I jot 'em down they go spiraling Just lots of books with no bindings I yawn But I'm not tired I’m On my second tape Taking seconds away up late until dawn I’m gonna finish Are you ready? The decade ain’t going steady You aren’t or you are Meanwhile I’m flying far Yea I’m been up too late Woah I Go like this Not like that Impatient like a bullet Shoot it to the air I'll send it back I should loosen up more Get clear air up more high The sky is full of it Well so am I The lake feels dry Let’s go for a drive Keep your eyes on the road New statement: try not to die Make it seem like life is just fiction Deal with what's has been written What are we missing? What are we fixing? For real though I know what I’m fixing My generation feels aimless Imma enhance what my aim is Imma take a chance A stance, I’m not shameless Doesn’t matter what color my paint is Mind over matter I’m brainless I am flying far until I can't no more I’m saying this I have dreams of flying far Yeah Don’t know where to set the bar I have something sounding different feeling different I have dreams of flying far Let it go It is time to bloom It is time to bloom