| For years I dreamed of flying Everyone else was in the air I prayed for the day when I would soar Back then I felt left behind I flapped my wings and built up my strength I lept up from the ground Uncomfortable, unsure what to do Back to the ground, discouraged I imagined how it would feel not to be touching the Earth I could look down and see thoes beneath me Some tried to pull me up They gave up, no luck Then inspiration came I climbed up on a hill They fluttered around me Come join us they said I took a deep breath and jumped from the rock The sky was finally mine Calm air is fun to play in When the wind came I was doomed The ground jumped up and grabed me inside Not like any pain I had felt The hill beckoned me to come again It wanted to suffer me more I turned away with all my strength Again, I wandered on Hopes of flying stillin my head I would have to find the right time Then suddenly, the wind scooped me up My wings unfolded naturally I danced, took dives and flips Then the staunch of fear arose I could not stay long I don't want to fall hard My wings need strength and experience I need more time on the ground I know flying as the time between inspiration and discouragment Not at all what I had expected Why was I dreaming about it? Has it any point? Now I just wish my desire to fly would cease It hurts, the pain unbearable Stay away from the sky, don't even look up Flying is no good, take it from me |
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| Writings of Kablija 2 |
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