Sometimes I feel like a plastic bag
Yeah, I know, real original.
But I was a plastic bag on a mission
I had places to go and things to do
Until I got swept away in the winds.
Then came the rain.
Rain makes things muddy.
You can't really fly in the rain either.
So there I was:
A wet plastic bag on the muddy sidewalk.
Not much coming back from that is there?
But when you think about it,
Plastic bags were never really made to rule the world.
What if I'm not a plastic bag though?
What if I was just a baby bird,
Who didn't really get the whole flying thing?
What if I jumped from the nest too early,
Got picked up in the winds, and held my head a bit too high
And suddenly I'm in the middle of a hurricane
and I can barely flap my wings?
Either way, I'm still laying on this wet muddy sidewalk.
Will I be still be around when the sun comes out?
Will I ever have the chance to glide through the air again?
I know what everyone's thinking:
I've gotta shake it off and keep at it,
until I learn to ride the storm.
And believe me I've been trying,
By god I've been trying my best, but
Sometimes I don't know if I'm in a light shower or a thunderstorm
Bc either way I'm battered by the wind
And I'm blinded by the rain
And no matter how many times I flap my wings
I'm back on this muddy sidewalk before I know it.
Maybe I am just a wet plastic bag on this muddy sidewalk.
Maybe this is it for me, but hey,
At least it was one hell of a ride.
ESTÁS LEYENDO
Flying in a Hurricane
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