Easier to Fly pt. 01

I’ve come to the conclusion
That for these problems,
The practical resolution
Would be to fly.
Close my eyes
Spread my arms wide
And away I’d glide
From the vultures and demons
That harass this life.

Here,
Standing on this tower,
I feel,
I finally have the power
To correct all my life’s wrongs.
The voice in my head
Is toxic, reminding me
I'm not faster than a bullet.
No one notices me cornered
Waving my arms alone here at all.
I never seem to please anyone
Much less manage waking to
Start my day
To jump my life’s obstacles tall.
Flying’s the only thing
Superman and I
Are close to have in common
Since a mere human suffering
The villains of doubt and sadness
Can’t live as both Clark Kent and
The one who’s Kryptonian strong.

Spinning the Earth backwards fast
Reversing time and history
To the last
Hour,
Last week,
Last
Whenever it takes to fix
What’s broken and torn.
The dirt’s falling on my head.
I can’t find my way out
Of the constant dread
That’s burying me deep
Into this ground whole.
Why stop at last week
When the regret
Goes back to the day
I first breathed and was born?

So I’ve come to the conclusion
That my best thought out solution
Is to take the leap and enjoy feeling
The freedom from pain,
Cool wind on my face,
As I streak through the sky
And fly.