what's up, feather boy–
life weighing you down?
you want to fly away
to be alive and unrestrained and free.
(but you can't quite break free from the shackles of society)
and there's nothing you can do,
because i am society.
i am big brother i am god i am everything
i am you.
look at you
standing on the edge, silhouetted against the sky
scared? how pathetic.
and yet you feel powerful somehow, standing up here.
you can do anything.
so come on, feather boy
spread your wings and fly.
(a/n: this was partially inspired by the book 'feather boy', if anyone was wondering. this probably makes no sense even if you've read the book, though.)