Fly, Robin

Can I tread water a little longer
Holding these things above my head?
I can drift ‘til the tide gets stronger
And let it pull me back to land.
So, I’ll just kick my feet.

I can feel the warm salt water
As it dries upon my face.
Crystalizing, compromising.
How do they justify this place?
How?

Fly, Robin, fly.
Yours is the sky
But you must take it,
No one else can claim it for you.

You say you long to scale a mountain
But the peak can seem so far.
Turn around see where you come from.
The air is getting thin right where you are.
Have you looked behind?

What can I say so you believe me?
What do I do to make you see?
The more you carry the slower the climb
So drop those stones and make it in half the time.

Fly, Robin, fly.
Yours is the sky
But you must take it,
No one else can claim it but you.