Fear Of Flying – Camille West – letras

Phyllis was a physicist,a fairly good ventriloquist,a free-lance photographerbut don?t call her a feminist.Some challenges she?d nailon the very first try,but she felt like a failurefor she was afraid to fly.Our friend the ace in physicsfound herself in a great fix:had to book a flight from Phillyto her family out in Phoenix.F-f-fear of flying made herpositively petrifiedBut she could brave math equations;she could face her fear and fly.Fortunately our feisty physicistfound a fancy, pricey therapistFelix P. FelliniNeo-Freudian psychologist(the P stands for Phredrick)He said Phyllis, first and foremostwe must identifywhether your father or your mothermade you so afraid to fly.Our physicist got physicalconfronting her fearspounding on pillowschastising empty chairsAfter four thousand dollarsand forty thousand tears,although she?s still afraid to fly,at least now she can tell you why.(Maybe she doesn?t fully understand… but she?s so close)She met her friend the phrenologistwho was once a pharmacologistuntil 1967when he met up with a Marxistbut that?s another storyI may bore you by and by.For now let?s stick to Phylliswho is still afraid to fly.The former pharmacologistgave Phyllis a flaskof a pretty potent potionHe said Put on this medical mask.It?s flammable fluidWhat?s in it? Don?t ask.But if you want to learn to fly,this stuff is sure to get you high.(I mean, metaphorically, of course.By the way, you have some very interesting bumps on your head)Phyllis of Philadelphiafinally felt free of phobiaFifteen hours later she found herselfin Floridawaxing philosophicwith a fellow GeminiHow she got there, she?s forgotten.Now she?s more afraid to fly.Though phobic about airportsshe phoned that very nightShe said Look, I need to booka f-f-f-f-f-f-flight.Have you got one to Phoenix?Tomorrow? Alright.Sure, tomorrow?s fine for me to fly.Oh my.She boarded the planewith her Walkman playing StreisandFrozen to her seat, about to greetthe friendly skies andwhen the wheels left the asphalt,she could feel It?s do or die.When she forced her eyes openshe was floating in the skyAnd it was fabulous, fantastic,it was even kind of funIt felt freeing to be flyingso much closer to the sun.And when the flight was overshe cried Look how far I?ve come.Why flee from fear when I can fly?There?s the greatest high .You can see if you are ablethere?s a moral to this fable.You?re safe and sound on the groundit?s comfy staying stableFighting diffidence can be difficultwe can all identify.But if you face your fear and do ityou may find that you can fly.