Flying Fish

Movies & Flights,
Made me lose track of time.
I can’t remember when was it,
That I was, who I was.

In the island of the flying fish,
Where little is known,
But everything is lived.
That’s where we met.
We were no different than those who chose the cities,
Except that we were aware of our confusion.

In the island of the flying fish,
No Word is prohibitted,
But some are rarely understood.
‘cause we speak through our hands,
our eyes, and our hearts.

Possible doesn’t make probable,
And friends as instable as us,
Turn the odds for whoever wants’em.

In the Island of the flying fish,
Where we met.
Where I had to die a few times.
Where silver wings showed me that life takes you nowhere,
When you’re already there.