The dream of flight


Some stare at the sky
Humbly, longingly from below.
Hoping one day,
To feel the breeze
Against their face,
To spread their wings
And experience freedom
That makes the heart race.
Some have wings,
Yet choose to stare
From beneath,
Too scared to take a leap
Too scared to dare.
Some blame the weather,
For its too stormy to try
They moan.
But for those that are above,
Living the dream
Nothing matters but the flight.
They’ve seen mainy rainy days
Many gruesome sights,
But all that matters to them
Is the living the flight.


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