Flies everywhere,
flies,
flies around my eyes, as I sit in a field without a care,
flies,
flies everywhere as I sit and I look at the skies,
and I imagine that they are having,
the time of their lives, these flies,
but I,
I am happy to sit here dreaming of flight,
happy to think of such speeds of travel,
and I imagine being able to travel,
anywhere in the blink of an eye,
and imagine being able to visit every continent with ease,
and what a great thing it would be to be so free,
and to travel so quickly,
from one side of the world of the next with barely a sigh,
with barely a sigh,
oh, to be a bird though, oh to be a bird, rather than a fly.
