Up and Up

I feel like I'm flying

This must be what dying

In part has been based on

It's something to waste on

Kind Aristotle, with your power of emotion

Send an army of your acolytes to bed

And when they wake up, they feel

I can't stop from sighing

I feel like I'm flying

This must be what dying

In part has been based on

Kind opera singer, you're a master of deception

Send your following to bed, and when they wake up

Feel refreshed, that though their problems, overwhelming

There are answers that the theater will provide

For shallow faces taught to sleep through bigger questions

Confessor