Angel or Devil?

At this point emerges a moral dilema
to be or no to give
to run, not to fall
scape from the rush.

Burn in your glamorous hell and lose the chances to get my wings...
a stupid remorse for avoiding a glimpse of joy.
Give up the butterflies, give it all up
if you are so afraid to lose control.

Why swim when you could fly?
Why just follow? when you could dream some more...
Even though falling is not a choice
You can always find a different door.

Look through the window before its too late
look outside and fly away.