Send me flying.

I don't care where I go,

Just as long as there is sunlight

And lanterns at night.

Paper existence can let me leave

But always brings me back.

Red paper, like blood and sunsets,

Litters the ground and my thoughts.

Send me flying away from this,

This paper existence.

Ask me who I am.

I asked you who you were.

I asked who you'd be

If you weren't you.

I found who I would be.

And then when you ask

I can say I'm happy.

Are you?

Are you happy?

Send me flying

Away from this paper existence.

Somewhere where I am happy.