Sometimes we only live for the here and now.
Sometimes we`re lonely.
Sometimes we feel we need a place to be grounded...
or fly away again.
I will fly away again.
I feel rain pouring down. 
I wait to rot away.
Live again.
Here forever. 
The spiral never ends.
Why are we feeling something`s familiar around us?
Are we just dreaming?
Always we search for the answers but nothing is found.
We fly away again.
I will fly away again.