Flying seems good
I got so many wings,
But I don’t wanna fly
Damn! Wind oppose them,
They have no control.
They’re slaves with no freedom.
But still they fly.

Flying became problematic
Whoever flew returned heartbroken
No heart, either pride or values.
A walking corpse with no soul,
Rather I remain shameful.
I got too many wings
But still I don’t wanna fly.

If I do I’ll remain confused,
I would burn this nation,
I would exchange my eyes
And view this world differently.
I don’t wanna provoke God
Everything is just cool and natural.
I’m still secured with God
And flying isn’t an option,
But an opportunity cost.
I got too many wings
But I don’t wanna fly.