Fly Guy

I am the hand that swats.
I know the impulse, fly...
Your pulse is wilde and so I jump
But if I just asked why...

My world is grand to me,
How grander still is yours,
When I look up through tunneled eyes
You're spinning down towards

The hopes and crazy dreams
I bleed through my wings too,
With every pump of flight and fear,
Shared phantom words be true.