sang.at.the.top.of.her.lungs
   
   red-painted rocket pack
   firing orange danger flames
   strapped tight to my back
   flying playing aerogames
   freely singing far too loud
   glory music in my head
   doing what's been not allowed
   freedom going to my head
   "I'm above you all here
   I'm above it all here
   Up above all of it all
   Whizzing by overhead"
   windy tugging at my hair
   fingers spread into the sky
   singing swallowing the air
   mind now freed beautified
   kicking shoes to the ground
   irresponsible laugh they crash
   newspaper reader on the ground
   freefall friction into ash
   "Sorry I burned your words
   Your words were lies
   But I burned them by mistake
   Media killed by magic science"
   going high as rocket ships
   colder brighter flying fast
   helmet on my jacket zips
   knowing should be ironcast
   orbiting dodging space debris
   rocket packs do not belong
   cold and frozen brain slushie
   laika's been here all along
   "Cold and lonely slow and fast
   Missing all of you all
   All below me all in all
   I'm coming back now"
   fire thrusters slow descent
   don't want atmospheric burns
   land a hero no more rent
   still above them they take turns
   gone too far and seen too much
   friends afraid to listen talk
   friends perceiving gods don't touch
   laid red carpet for my walk
   "I'm the same as I ever was
   But less and more a better girl
   Cut apart then and now
   What I want...is to belong"