everybody's free

i am open so sweetly open
open and my wings are ready
fluffed and feathered and raised to
soar beyond what i could never understand
and the butterflies are telling me that they’re
happy even though i never brushed up on butterfly
when i was in grade school
i didn’t know doors could have wings or fly regardless
but here comes a wind and i’m catching it by god. catch.
look there’s aladdin i think i’ll give him the bird when i go by
careful though i’m sure with such wild aplomb that motherfucker’s
got to have razor spikes on his carpet surely maybe i’ll tell him to go
put a fucking shirt on for once (chrissake) and then speed away quickly
looking to roll a thickass joint with a couple of friends i love that i’ve got
some time now some time then to just have it and look for some steak and
fries and some jesus in the sand damn i really am happy no shoes just to think
(oh yes) that yesterday i would have been worried about windburn on my toes and
the rocks when i land but not this day i’m feeling a trembling down there way way way
down so maybe i’ll just stay for a while kind of ruins the point of having the damn carpet
in the first place though maybe i’ll land i guess i’ll have to but when will will will becomes
am am am i will/be/am ready (yessir) waiting just because i can see and feel our wind our sky
but i will come off eventually shit there he is i’m gonna grease that punk yellow face chinaman