As the frisbee launches into the air, I find I am free.
Once a slave to the ground, my feet have learned to run.
In the distance I see, a frisbee so free.
Upward into the air, I wish it could be so.
The frisbee does not but some day I wil know.
How far it does go, and how high does reach, how deep is does dive and how much it does teach.
To there I must go, the far off land I must know.
Where the sun and sky begin to collide.
In the distance I hear so simple a sound, the whizzing purr of a frisbee around.
I look up and see, it's coming towards me!
There's only one response, to take it from thee.
Up out of the air and into my hand, the frisbee at last has come to my land.
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