The Fly Life

I stay fly, I keep the time in my back pocket and never ask why, for anything. My life flies, in one window and out the next person's eyes, never surprised because I never ask why. No connection to reflection. No wondering or blundering. No introspection. I have fears with my friends, I shout cheers until the end, I cry tears, it depends. But no matter what, with fatter luck or other stuff, my mind's on the minute, I don't try to spin it and I never ask why. Now, things are only what they seem, for life. F'lyfe. Fly.