Open Season

Once in a while I feel so good
A tingle press
Inside my chest
And my spirit soars up
Like in sappy songs
But for real it does rise I swear 
And I know it will be fleeting
So I gather up all I can
I've hit a clay pigeon

And that's a good start

It will do for today
But what I really want to do
Is to fly in the sky just like them.


BK