temporarily permanent things

i'm not insane, they think they know,
they think i care, i think i don't.
floating through whatever dreams i have,
reaching out to something i still can't see,
but i try,
and soon enough, because i can,
i'll teach myself to fly.
writing words on the inside of my eyes,
so i can still read
when they decide it's time
to switch off the lights.
they build walls around their thoughts
but i am strong enough to eventually
break down the doors.
you run, screaming your fears to the sky,
and i think i'm tired
so i start another fire.