Fly

<br>As I fly through the eye unaware<br>That the man at the helm is more scared<br>Of losing his money than his mind or his hold on the sky<br><br>And the wings on his rings that he wears<br>Bend and bow to the man splitting hairs<br>Between the weight of his pennies and the birds in the sky<br>And what makes them fly<br><br>And the stone inside the seed is what feeds the rose<br>And the bud that grows from weed<br>Is more knowing than those<br>Who purge the fishless sea<br>From their sinking boat<br>`Cause the skin is all they see<br>For a glimpse of gold<br>For a glimpse of gold