A/N: This was written in a hurry, so it isn't exactly polished, but something is better than nothing, right? The so-called 'protagonist' of this poem has an extremist (-ish) point of view that I don't really agree with, but I love writing those kind of stories, so… yeah.

Aren't you sick of the boundaries?

Aren't you sick of the rules?

Aren't you sick of the cowardly?

Of our primitive tools?


Aren't you sick of what they're doing?

Aren't you sick of how they think they're right?

Even though war is ensuing

Even though many have lost their lives


We don't have to stand them

And their stupid rules

We can make our own anthem

We don't have to stay by the fools


Together, we can fly away,

Fly away into the sky

Together, we can fly away,

Fly away, you and I

We can fly away,

Fly away, light as air

We can fly away,

Fly away, without despair


I know you're sick of it

I am too

So stop denying it

Stop pretending it's beautiful


I know you're sick of it

I am too

So stop denying it

Stop pretending it's beautiful


You say that I'm contradicting myself,

But hey, here's the thing:


Ignorance is bliss

Concentrate on how you felt when we kissed

For our love to prosper, the dying we cannot miss


Together, we can fly away,

Fly away into the sky

Together, we can fly away,

Fly away, you and I

We can fly away,

Fly away, go and hide

We can fly away,

Fly away, choose to ride

The winds where they take us

Don't make any fuss

Because this is just a new beginning

Disguised as a tragic ending


Why wouldn't you want that for us?


END.