Kite Flight

I made a choise to turn left
Bounced back to the right
I used to be in the middel of a bubbel
Now my objective’s in sight

Pre-chorus
Study here, make money there
Relax by compulsion
I’m writing a book these days
It’s called my agenda, I’m afraid

Yes I’m flying like my kite does
With dips and twirls, I’m dancing slow
The wind pushes
And I will circle in my own happyness

I shift, dance, fly where the wind blows
I struggle and I try to keep my kite up high
I shake, vibrate in the sparkling sunlight
I like the windy days
They bring me out of bounds
It’s scary exiting, but keeps me on the ground

Standing with two feet on the ground
Doesn’t bring you far
But running like I do now
Doesn’t make me a giant star

Study here, make money there
Relax by compulsion
Pretend that it’s all right
Or do I want to risk flight?!

Can you walk with me tonight?
Will you join my paper flight?
When the wind blows hold me tight
Could it be you