Fly, don’t stop, fly as high as you can.
Fly, you know it is just for awhile.
You will enjoy it as long as you can.
So, fly away, as much as you can fly.
Glide above these things you haven’t done.
Glide as fast as you can.
You will feel the fresh wind until it’s gone.
So, glide, glide as far as you can.
And when you can’t fly anymore,
You know there is only one way out.
You’ve been through all that before.
There is no soft landing on the ground.
So, go on, fly.
There is no other way.
Don’t ask yourself why.
Just fly, fly away.
September 27, 2008
K. Altman
Fly. -In memory of Pink Floyd
© Copyright: Костя Альтман, 2009
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