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Time For Flying

It's what you want, not what you need
That gets you up to go plant a seed
Sometimes a flower grows from a stone,
Sometimes a weed is being sown.
It's a primrose path that led me to this place
And a broken road led me to disgrace
I'd take the next train out, but the tracks are gone
Guess I'll learn to love living on my own.

I've got city dreams in a crossroads town
I've got things to do besides sit around
Waiting for the day when it all makes sense
When the lights come up and the story ends.

It's a stone cold throw down a wishing well
When your golden road leads you straight to hell
Where prying eyes give you cause to doubt
And you just get numb trying to live without.
It's a fairy tale with a bitter end
And a broken promise that wouldn't bend
It's a heavy hand where the lines are drawn
And a sideways glance when I'm moving on.

When the fruits of all your labor
Only leave you with more need
And the love you thought would save you
Only leaves you in the weeds
And what feels like a lifetime
Is a sparrow and a stone
Ten years of living
Ten years of dying
It's all in the thinking
It's all in the crying
Think it's time for flying.

About this poem

This is a song I wrote about wanting to leave the town where I was living. I had moved to a small town from a large city, thinking it was the right choice, but it wasn't. And it took me 13 years to get out, and back to the city. This is an attempted manifestation of the life I wanted, and the life I planned to leave behind.

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Written on October 15, 2018

Submitted by KrissLuckett on September 20, 2021

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Kriss Luckett

Songwriter, amateur poet, professional performing musician. I'm also an artist, and "mom" to an amazing 12 year old son. I live in Indianapolis, IN with my husband and son (who are my musical partners), and a ridiculous number of pets. I'm a self-employed massage therapist, and have owned my own business since 2015. In my rare spare time, I like to kayak, camp, and bake, and I collect vinyl records. I have been a performing musician for 32 years, with roots in punk and alt-rock and modern folk. My non-musical writing has been mostly for my own personal enjoyment, but I am broadening my scope of exposure, and hope to publish at some point. I have recorded 6 albums in my music career, with aspirations of recording a solo record at some point in the near future. My inspiration comes from my own experiences, the experiences of friends and characters, musings on the state of the world and life in general, and stories I make up. I am not a "look out my window and ponder the flowers" sort of writer, although there's nothing wrong with that. I began writing for enjoyment in high school, when I had a teacher who recognized my penchant for writing "dark stories", and encouraged me to keep at it. I grew up in small town Indiana, where "girls just don't write such things", so I have kept most of my edgier writing to myself. This is the first place I've published anything that wasn't songwriting. Hope you enjoy my work. more…

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