This poem is inspired by Owl City in general. I dedicate this to all the outcasts out there.
Close your eyes, close your eyes,
Can you see the butterflies?
Look up there, look up there,
Inhale the open air.
Standing out, standing out,
In the boring crowd,
Is there anyone, anyone,
Who can make me jump!
Everyone's tasteless... everyone's boring...
Can I erase this? How about falling!
*Chorus*
Sick of planet Earth, would like to go up,
Touching the epic clouds, feeling the shining sun,
Traveling further, into the solar system,
Out of planet Earth, most likely will not miss them. :p
Flying up, flying down,
Can't hear a single sound,
In and out, in and out,
I'm flying, no doubt!
Must forget, must forget,
The past, made me upset,
Can now, can now,
Just did, oh wow!
Everyone's tasteless.. everyone's boring...
Can I erase this? How about falling!
A wondeful creative flow of ink and motion. I wouldn't mind jump'n on a rocket ship and leaving dear of Earth behind... but I think I'd have to say that it would always be home... no matter how crazy everyone had become.
As I ponder the words of this piece... I find that it seems to be spoken from the point of view of an outcast that is looking at the world and sees that it has grown stale and dry and dark and dust. It then speaks of their need to leave it all behind.
I'd love to hear what type of music would go with this piece and how it would be sung.
Keep up to good ink! Thanks for sharing your craft!
Aaron - Wolfwind
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
Couldn't agree more, but I'd never consider "Earth," as my home. Anyway, thanks for your feedback, a.. read moreCouldn't agree more, but I'd never consider "Earth," as my home. Anyway, thanks for your feedback, and it would be interesting to see this piece sung haha.
A wondeful creative flow of ink and motion. I wouldn't mind jump'n on a rocket ship and leaving dear of Earth behind... but I think I'd have to say that it would always be home... no matter how crazy everyone had become.
As I ponder the words of this piece... I find that it seems to be spoken from the point of view of an outcast that is looking at the world and sees that it has grown stale and dry and dark and dust. It then speaks of their need to leave it all behind.
I'd love to hear what type of music would go with this piece and how it would be sung.
Keep up to good ink! Thanks for sharing your craft!
Aaron - Wolfwind
Posted 11 Years Ago
1 of 1 people found this review constructive.
11 Years Ago
Couldn't agree more, but I'd never consider "Earth," as my home. Anyway, thanks for your feedback, a.. read moreCouldn't agree more, but I'd never consider "Earth," as my home. Anyway, thanks for your feedback, and it would be interesting to see this piece sung haha.