um...not Yu-Gi-Oh. that's sorta weird. this was done as performance art so i was wearing all black with black feathers in my hair. feel free to do this as a presentationso long as it's not for a grade (or for profit. i will allow that is be used for forensics so long as you give me credit and it isn't against the rules).

*stuff* written like that is sung

Fly On - Based on the book Flight by Sherman Alexie

*You need wings to fly

So heat up the knife

We'll cut them off

And let you be

Hope is a feathered thing up in the sky

And you need wings to be free*

The past behind me

The future in front

Blood on my right

Family on my left

And for a second

I can see.

Fuck this shit,

It's not fair

To be dropped thru time

Like the hand of god slipped

And I fell.

Riddle me this,

If time and space don't

Always coincide where does

That leave me?

I have a family now,

There's no Justice in that.

And a past

Years longer than my age.

The future is unknown,

As it should be.

No blood on my hands any more

Just the faintest red

In my (shared) memory

So clear, unlike

The water jimmy died in,

And Junior's blood

And the bayonet's reasoning.

With the journey's end

My wings have been clipped

(Not flying, not free)

Like Small Saint's

And my father's,

Who really did

Have a valid reason

To fly away

Street Preacher indeed.

For that small trip

(Sent me down the rabbit hole)

I was given temporary wings

Which I will wear

Like a jacket

In the forever

Of my heart.

*You need wings to fly

So heat up the knife

We'll cut them off

And let you be

Hope is a feathered thing up in the sky

And you need wings to be free*

end

have fun reading, please review! oh, and read the book, it's lovely! and this will make more sense that way.