Flying through a concrete jungle
I see a man look up at me
I can tell he envies my posoition
For I am flying free
If the man beneath me only knew
I'm not as free as I appear
The sacrifices I had to make
To get to where I am today
To say goodbye to an individual
With high hopes
For a manufactured man
Loved ones don't recognise
I carry a great weight
Secrets I cannot share
Unlike the man I passover
I don't question the norms any more
Of our great society
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