Fly with me

Take me to your rooftop

and gently kiss my hand

I have a hundred dollars

and I haven’t got a plan.

There seems to be no time

to think through all our options.

It’s much more fun to pretend

that we haven’t even got them.

Let’s soar, let’s fling, let us fly

into the spinning world

There is no plan, just the hand

of this wild-hearted girl.

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