Ever look at aplastic bag as it flies away
Free in the sky, wherever the wind takes it
I wish it was me, for those days that turn gray
It goes farther than that I admit
It’s time to see new faces
There more to life than what I can see
It’s time to learn of new races
See how far I can go, how high I can be
I want people to feel my essence
I have a fire burning within
I am no longer an adolescent
Got to do everything before life goes fin
Stare at the bag as it continues to fly with no destination
If only I could see what it would if it could see
The idea causes the greatest sensation
What truly is my destiny?
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