I’m traveling a field where the horizon is obscured
My vision is quite clear, even with eyes closed
I elevate my gaze as a flock of geese ascend
I’m grounded on a path that pretends to have no end
Looking for relief that will last me for a while
With my found belief that very soon I’m bound to smile
Me myself and I, my core must be nearby
Me myself and I, will be learning how to fly
The sweat around my brow comes down streaming on my neck
The fervor of this plight sinks my efforts to as speck
Looking for boost that will last me for a while
I’ve been looking for some time, ever since I was a child
Me myself and I, ready to arrive
Me myself and I, too hard to satisfy
Me myself and I, grasping I can fly
In the howling of the sphere the torments come to play
The mischief of this plot turns the blue-sky gray
Looking for some cheer that will be the end of time
The center as my guide where the view becomes sublime
Me myself and I, my core must be nearby
Me myself and I, will be learning how to fly
Me myself and I, ready to arrive
Me myself and I, grasping I can fly, grasping I can fly, grasping I can fly