attempting to fly (rewrite one)

I climb up this building
I stand on the ledge
no open window
I look over the edge
I look at the ground
I look at the sky
I picture myself
attempting to fly

I'm not afraid of whatever
dangers that be
the only fear 
inside of me
is the thought of my life
passing me by
the only solution is
attempting to fly

you say I won't jump
but what if I do
what reaction would come
from inside of you
see you someday
in the sweet bye-and-bye
look out below
I'm attempting to fly

"You better not be going anywhere."

My stepmother passed away yesterday. I told you about her, remember?

I remember. I'm so sorry for your loss, farmboy. I know it's a cliché…

Thanks, man. I fucking hate illness and death and all that shit. I loved my stepmother -- I still love my stepmother -- and I don't like that she's not here with us. 

I hate losing people, too, farmboy.

It just fuckin' sucks, man. It's the worst. 

There's this series of Calvin and Hobbes comic strips where Calvin finds a raccoon that's hurt, and his mother tries to save it. Anyway, the raccoon dies. At night, Calvin is talking to Hobbes and at the end of the conversation Calvin says to Hobbes "You better not be going anywhere."

I think I've seen that comic strip.

Yeah? Well, that's the way I feel about you right now.

I'm not going anywhere, farmboy.

Good.

early early morning

early early morning
telephone rings
and you know the news is not good
no sign of a warning 
everything
is not the way it should 

somewhere, some way, sometime, somehow

I am tired 
of all this waiting
I want everything 
all the time 
right now
and, mark my ways, 
I'm going to get it
somewhere, 
some way, 
somehow

I can't move

I can't move

my feet are bound and shackled
to fear

and I know how to get out
but I refuse to

saying
"I don't know what's out there"

A strange weekend

It's been such a…such a strange weekend, man.

I got a call Saturday morning from my brother, the one in Yakima. So he tells me that our stepmother had a heart attack and a stroke and she's in the hospital and it doesn't look good.

Oh my God, farmboy…

Anyway, she's still alive but she will probably pass this week.

I'm so sorry, farmboy.

Thanks, man. I fuckin' hate this kind of stuff, you know?

I know.

I don't feel much like talking, but I might later.

Call me anytime, farmboy.

Thanks, man. I probably will.

living in a sacred land

no matter where I go
no matter where I stand
I'm living in a sacred land