You’d look at me and see a man that is doing just swell.
You’d say I was flying, I’d say I was just falling quite well.
For other aviators it’s second nature, taking to the heavens in a spell.
But me and my awkward, crooked body, it’s giving hell.
Despite floundering around my body pounded into the ground.
*the music gets all tense like there are bad guys around*
And the crowd waits patiently, K-O dingdingding new heavyweight crowned.
Wait! Astounding! Bounding over!…his faithful hound.
Not man’s best friend, but a friend in deed, my bud.
Weed seeded in me a chance to be free, gave me powers I can use for good.
Granted to me that which is taken for granted, to enjoy life like I should.
Put things into perspective, step back, you can’t see the trees for all the wood.
I’ve never known freedom, joy, love. Being held; not trapped, cradled and not imprisoned.
Years of fears; just disappears. My damaged brain reconditioned.
I can finally live the kind of life I had always envisioned.
It was never my fault I couldn’t soar to great heights. It’s the way my wings are positioned.