Aaron Johnson - Astronaut [OFFICIAL VIDEO]

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Everyday, I wish I could fly.

When I was a little boy,
wanting only to touch God's sky
I would spread my arms and flap them
the way toddlers are determined to walk.

I told God that
I lost my wings
in the womb of my mother.

I've been asking Him forever if He'd give them back.

In fits of seizure,
I would reach behind my shoulder blades
where my wingbuds were.

Now, God, my arms are tired.

One day, me and the good ol' boys
had a BBQ,
their dreams were dead too
all of our energy and faith is gone
from flapping our arms
like confetti without a holiday.

We wanted to fly,
so, our energy we had,
went to drinking rocket boosters
and we got more boisterous
as the sky bled black.

We were discharging cans from hands
like ejecting engines into the cosmos,
collecting space junk under our lawn chairs.

"Get ready to fly boys."
We wanted to fly,
Sip. Guzzle. Breathe. Toss.
Tonight, we will touch God.
When you are this religious,
you don't need church.
Speaking in tongues is easy
when you have been drinking.
We feel more alive
when we are more
than ourselves.

Vomiting uncontrollably
onto the pavement,
I am heaving my guts out
wanting to know God's love
like learning language,
remembering everything
I've done today
when I taste it again.

I have spent my life
nodding off and on between
this world and heaven.

I could build a space suit from your silence, God.

The entire universe wants to know You
and we are killing ourselves
and others so our wings will finally open-
becoming more than human;
looking into the stars
with Galileo and glass-
We held hands and pleaded
for answers like Icarus, stressing
myself out to find You, Lord
and melting my hair like waxen feathers.

In a moment of clarity,
I came closer than ever to flying-
releasing the constrictions in my gut,
unraveling my arms into space shuttle wingspans,
the engines blaring in my voice:

Why did you make my soul an alcoholic,
when I only wanted to be your astronaut?

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[TheAngelieVaudeville]

whoa, ive never seen a poetry piece as a music video before - this is awesome, aaron! deep and creative, i thumbs up-ed it! :D

[adamloser00]

Great piece. I like.