Impaired

Can you keep a secret?

Did you ever know?

That things aren't as big

As they always seem to be?

And yet, they're so much bigger --

Because looking out the window of the plane

Makes the buildings look like bubbles

In the palm of my hand

But I'm the one who's floating away

I wonder how much is going on in the lives

Of the people in just one neighborhood 

How many students have depression 

How many kids are giving each other trust issues

Because it all looks so small from here

Makes it easier for me to tell myself I'm leaving it behind

"Make up your mind."

I always thought I wanted to be as tall as a skyscraper 

So that people could see what it's like in my mind

But from here, skyscrapers are nothing

So maybe I want to be an airplane

So I can be free and see things clearly 

But from the ground, airplanes are nothing 

I will always be nothing from most points of view

For I am just a Wendy bird, carrying along

On the ground, then in the sky

Making sense to no one but herself

And hardly even

I always thought I wanted to be as tall as a skyscraper

So that people could see what it's like in my mind

But now I try to show my mind with words on a page

But from in here, words are nothing

So maybe we have to look with more than just our eyes