flight school

"I came to give a gift that has been hiding behind the hand, behind this writing...in a place so deep in me. I had to close my eyes to see. Now I've finally caught a little glimpse. But what I'm seeing makes so little sense. All this time trying to find myself, but not knowing who I am might be the freest that I've ever felt. Still my mind won't let it grow, won't rest for a second unless it knows. But there really ain't a thing to know. Might as well let go, ain't a thing to hold. So, now my thoughts are like a cage and my heart just wants to fly. Wants me to forget my name so I remember the sky. Wants me to let go my brain, but that kind of freedom's terrifying. Woah-oh. Yeah. So afraid of the answer, I still ask "Who am I?"

I came to give a gift that has been hiding behind the hand, behind this writing...in a place so deeply free. I had to lose it to find me."