ɪɴᴜʀᴇ [ᴘᴏᴇᴛʀʏ]

xɪɪɪ. ꜱɪʀᴇɴꜱ (ɪ'ʟʟ ꜰʟʏ)

When we hear the sirens in the distance, I won't
joke about being wanted by the police.
I won't sit atop skyscrapers and look down at
the city, kicking my feet

from the edge, hanging from a thread
unable to smile — you were
        not meant to see me like this.

I'm sorry.

I shouldn't have climbed any higher than I could reach. The stars were
         never within my reach.

We had already foreseen that those sirens would
want me one day.
You told me to stop pretending I could fly.

I'm sorry.

You were not meant to see me like this.

Thank you for believing in me.
Thank you for having faith in me.

But for now

I'll fly alone.