Drifting along/Beating the Wind

There's no use
Putting my cards upon the table
And calling a truce
This is not but a fable

'Cause I'll be leaving
And so are you
On a jetplane
And you, a canoe

To fly and to drift
Two different things
Two different worlds
One fins, one wings

I dive to drink
You gulp to breathe

I'm beating wings, staying a course
You're caught in a stream

Feathers rippled by moving air
Slimy scales bumping on slippery stones

Working to keep up
Wiggling in a rush

And beaks don't kiss
They peck on guts
And fins can't hold
They leave slimy stains

Cold spots from where you've been holding
On to me to keep me down
But I've got to rise
And kick off the ground

It's an instinct
To have the air floating around me
And to leave behind
To leave behind

My past dwellings shrink
When I'm up and away
Looking forward
Onwards
Never down

And I won't ever return
'Less seasons gets warmer still
You've to wait in your muddy waters
Or drift on in streams, if you will.

How am I supposed to sleep
Thinking of promises to keep
Seeing how I'd easily make you sad
I'm holding them on, though I want to drop them bad

To see them smash unto the ground,
Like teardrops on a shirt,
Into tiny, pointy pieces
To pierce the skin on my hands

My fingers are itching to let go
To tear the skin
To break and cut
To see the fall

Then walk away
Hands over head
As to claim innocence
Spiting evidence bleeding red

And the glass
Bits of promise
Stuck in folds and wounds
They'll tear on my flesh
While I'm too numb to care

So how am I supposed to sleep
Thinking of the possible leap
I could be taking in pure lust
To leave it all, I know I must.