Flightless Bird

Every morning I jump from the cliff,
Let the winds carry me,
Flying high and higher,
Following dreams and desire,

Every day the wax starts dripping,
As I fall my mind starts slipping,
Hit the ground remember how to roll,

Get UP.

With nightfall walk the hill,
Like Sysyphus unable to stand still,
Patch the parts back together,
Stuck in this cycle forever,

Wondering why I still try,

All I wish for is to fly,
With all the other birds in the sky.