My Wings Are Clipped

I lie here waiting for perfection.
But I may as well just not try.
Because I will get no satisfaction.
And will never be able to fly.


It’s nice to dream of the day.
When the feeling will come.
And then I would say.
I love not being so numb.


I wish I could fly.
High up in the sky.
But every time I try.
I just fall and almost die.


Never thought I'd go too far.
But that’s where I set my bar.
My wings are clipped.


I wish I could fly.
High up in the sky.
But every time I try.
I just fall and almost die.


I feel the adrenaline rush.
Through my veins.
My blood, oh does it gush!
And now it rains.


I sleep and dream.
Of when my day will come.
And like a light beam.
It be gone and done.