Out Seeing The Field~

Briskly, rising to the sky

Cold, clouds rushing past

Flying, hopes to never land

Light. Stretching out my hand

Out seeing the fields

What is a dream and

can you tell me what is real?

Everyone else is home in bed

and I’m out here lost in my own head

out seeing the fields

I only feel close to you when I’m under open sky

I only feel guided when I’m free to question why

Only when I smell the earth upon my face

will I ever be free to fly from this place

Out seeing the fields

Leaving the place I thought was home before

Picking up my shoes and I’m flying out the door

Can’t seem to walk to go back there anymore

So I’m out seeing the fields