I keep on pushing myself
To keep doing things
Things that'll help me fly
Soar and roam the sky

I keep on pushing myself
Or rather pulling myself up
Trying to reach the top
Of my own mountains

I manage
But somehow I doubt
If it's where I truly belong
Where do I truly belong?

I keep on telling myself
That this is where I should be
Here where things are overlooking
Everything is small but just far away

I keep on telling myself
That this is what I should be doing
Feel the cool highlands air
Piercing, most of the time wet

I listen
But somehow I doubt
Even my own words
Is the place where I truly belong?

I look down to my feet
And my feet are not feet
I stumble
I gasp for breath
As they shorten each time I breathe
I am dry and I don't belong here
I crawl seawards
And I realize that I don't belong here
I belong in the saltwater.

I keep on telling myself
That this where I should be.

Saltwater

Pour Toi: Your Sail, My Sail, Etc.

First time to try recording and mixing everything. Yikes.

lee cepeda