Can you see the bright light,
Comin’ from behind those eyes,
With a bit more time,
Any dimness will be amplified,

Only from a pile, of scribbled rhymes can he plot his life,
With all the missing lines, how can he expect to take,
Flight, flight, flight,
Learning just the art of it is only just the start of it,
Flight, flight, flight,
Scribbles become smartly written, packaged with a tidy ribbon,
Oh no, he’s lost his marbles now,
Oh no, he may have missed his chance to take a bow,
(Keep your eye’s open for the next round)

Monotony is settin’ in it’s gotten me to to leave my kin,
Will it wait up, in the dark, my whole life,
Oh I feel it crowdin’ me to know that you would proudly see,
The day that I would say,
I await your sweet, embrace,
Of your current funkability to pace your waste,
For your time I’ll pay,
A token to my lonely home where you could come and stay,

Only my heartbeat plays the rhythm while my silent thoughts are given,
Deliberate consideration that contests my patience,
My breathe will set me free,
In this truth I do believe,
It’s sacrilege to put my future down upon it’s knees,
But I lie, when I say,
That I’m never isolated and fortified that way,
For the time, I’ll stay,
Locked up in my lonely home for just a few more days,

I should spend my time like,
I won’t see midnight,
A few worries in my world, none of which are a girl,
But that can always change,
So I guess I will say, I’ll occupy my mind today,

So I’ll take, flight, flight, flight,
Maybe someday I will realize, what I really compromised,
Flight, flight, flight,
Scribbles that are sloppy written soon become more intermittent,
Oh no, he’s gone and lost his marbles now,
Oh no, I’ll take my chance to take a bow,

Na na na na na na na,