Further to Fly

There may come a time
When you’ll be tired
As tired as a dream that wants to die
And further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly

Candlelight dinners and long walks on the beaches are a greeting card company’s marketing strategy. Romance is more than just cute and mush. You’ll relieve yourself more, of the pain than the other, when you realise it.

Maybe you will find a love
That you discover accidentally
Who falls against you gently
As a pickpocket
Brushes your thigh
Further to fly

Know something about the movies. They have a director and a screen-play writer and it all ends in three hours. Your life however is devoid of cuts, no second chances, and is longer than the three hours you spend in the dark hall.

Effortless music from the Cameroons
The spinning darkness of her hair
A conversation in a crowded room going nowhere
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants everything

If you have been blessed with an education that allows you to articulate your thoughts and feelings, try not to rely on the native method of telepathic communication. Makes life easier all around.

Sometimes I’ll be walking down
The street and I’ll be thinking
Am I crazy
Or is this some morbid little lie
Further to fly
Further to fly
Further to fly

Responsibility isn’t synonymous with the serious mask that you adorn, having fun isn’t akin to irresponsibility. Neither does a serious nature guarantee your responsibility – in your false attempts – you diminish your ability to respond.

A recent loss of memory
A shadow in the family
The baby waves bye-bye
I’m trying, I’m flying

There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my light
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
Wants everything
It wants everything
It wants soil as soft as summer
And the strength to push like spring

Promises have a shelf-life. The expiry date isn’t generally printed, but know that they will expire after a while. Commitment however doesn’t have a shelf-life. In fact, it isn’t found on the shelf. Don’t look for it in a store; don’t ask for commitment.

A broken laugh a broken fever
Take it up with the great deceiver
Who looks you in the eye
And says baby don’t cry
Further to fly

You’ll know yourself the most when you are doing the most mundane of tasks: ironing clothes, polishing shoes, shredding paper. You are also your friend. Listen.

There may come a time
When I will lose you
Lose you as I lose my sight
Days falling backward into velvet night
The open palm of desire
The rose of Jericho
Soil as soft as summer
The strength to let you go

[Text in italics, mine. Rest of it by Paul Simon, Further to Fly, Rhythm of the Saints]