Staring Up

Head down but my visions faces up,
white ceiling with a faint gray.
As I play trick on my eyes,
I drift into the tide.
I am wondering what be better,
than staring up at the night.
Come dusk or dawn,
find time to not think.
To think is to be free,
but not to think is freedom.

I have a bad habit of looking down.
Keep my head up, keep my eyes high,
when you feel most grounded, you'll be seeing the sky.
Not too far ahead, or what has happened,
think of the moment you are now in.

I can have a fear of flying,
but that won't stop my wings from growing.
Good or bad, I'll be prepared.
A weak body, but this strong mind I bare,
will hold me together.
I cannot collapse now,
I have to hold my own,
set by action, prove what I already know.

I have a bad habit of looking down.
Keep my head up, keep my eyes high,
when you feel most grounded, you'll be seeing the sky.
Not too far ahead, or what has happened,
think of the moment you are now in.