When You Find Out Fate Is Real

I think I've lost my voice somewhere underneath.
I think I've been unplugged and stored away, to dust.

I think the world is waiting,
And my sound has gone silent.

I think the oceans are magic,
And I can't bear to be ordinary.

Something is missing.
Something hasn't arrived yet.

I feel an astronomical gap,
Black and empty and waiting.

And I can't find the yellow to fix it.

I don't want to live in a single place.
I want the surrounding of clouds and landscapes.

Of architecture and secret escapes.

I don't need a familiar face or a cup of coffee
To feel I am at home.

Just airports, airplanes, and thousands of feet off the ground.