Fly

Sometimes, what we think we want we really don't. How many years until the healing begins and we learn from our patterns and truly discover ourselves? How can the mind fool us so terribly? How can our hearts mislead us to such dark corners?

I have not yet found the beauty in just letting go. It still just seems awful, painful, scary and unwanted. In that vein, the slightly comforting and motivational lyrics to "Fly."

Ain't no talkin' to this man
Ain't no pretty other side
Ain't no way to understand
the stupid words of pride
It would take an acrobat
and I already tried all that
I'm gonna let him fly

Things can move at such a pace
The second hand just waved goodbye
You know the light has left his face
But you can't recall just where or why
So there was really nothing to it
I just went and cut right through it
I said I'm gonna let him fly
Oh yeah

There's no mercy in a live wire
No rest at all in freedom
Choices we are given
It's no choice at all
The proof is in the fire
You touch before it moves away - yeah
But you must always know
How long to stay and when to go

And there ain't no talkin' to this man
He's been trying to tell me so
It took a while to understand
The beauty of just letting go
Cause it would take an acrobat
I already tried all that
I'm gonna let him fly
I'm gonna let him fly
I'm gonna let him fly