Cynic

i could be eternity
a star inside my head
touching space an inch beyond my skin
my body as an edgeless, open wind
the clouds part and the sun comes out
and when i feel scared
i declare
i have everything i need
box up my bones
i'm free
haste to cure the old despair
no antidote, still i repair
someone said that bird has no wings
but i've seen it fly in dreams
the clouds part and the sun comes out
and if i feel scared
i declare