The window sill, it’s my haven and my escape
It’s my way out, it’s wide enough to sit on
I can lean against the window, test the strength of the screen
I can open the window, taller than me
I can unlatch it, and there, my escape
Right in front of me
How easy it would be to step off the edge
To test, to challenge the logic of physics
Play with fire, sometimes better known as gravity
I am laughing inside
The ground is not far away enough
I need greater heights so I can breathe better
I can dream about escape forever
But how do I make it so I won’t have to escape?
How do I make it so a fall is not a fall from grace?
I don’t want to escape. I don’t want to fall.
I just want wings, that’s just all.
