the day i flew..

it's the time of the dinosaurs

i'm a feathery little lizard

and we haven't yet figured..

that we could fly if we tried

i jump up above

catch that moth

land on my feet

and i run

right behind me

is a raptor closing in

as hungry as me

and almost as fast

those jaws i know..

are not after my moth

they're after me

and i run

things zip past

at warp speed

leaves..

twigs..

dust and dirt

but everything to me is all real slow

and quiet like hell

all i feel is just the two things

the moth between my teeth

and the ground beneath my feet

and i run

and that time is when..
he tells me to flap

to flap my hands and thrust them down

and that if i did..

i would fly.. now

and i run

it's you

it's you

it's all for you..

everything i do is all for you

he says to me and shows me the sky

i look up above..

flap.. he says.. and that shall be yours

flap your hands and thrust them down

trust in me

and you shall fly.. now

and still.. i run

i run for a few million years
i morph into an ape
through various other things
like shrews and wolves
running all along

and today is the day
i finally get to fly

i'm in a boeing 777
waiting on the runway
looking through the window
and looking back at me
from the ground below..

a bunch of my sparrow cousins