Sitting staring way up high
Farter then my eyes can see
Thinking really hard as to try
Figure out I must on what to be
Maybe a bird
To fly high away
Maybe a cloud
Just to cover the bay
Maybe a tree
To reach high to the sky
Maybe the ocean
To see why fish fly
Maybe a rock
To be strong for ever
Maybe a flower
To soak up all the weather
I guess to me
At the end of the day
I will always wonder
How it is to feel that way
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