Can you live life walking
if you were born to fly?
you can try, but your soul
will know the difference and
it will call out for the sweet
release of being free in the
vast blue skies of your home.
A bird that never flew is said
not to miss the rush of flight
but how wrong that is because the
bird was meant to fly, born to fly
and he lives a tormented life knowing
he never will, though he shows no pity.
To take flight is a rush like no other,
the wind whipping
the feeling of nothing below
the heady feeling that you could plunge
to your death any second but in that
same thought know that you won't.
Your heart beating, your pulse racing
that damned satisfied smile you get.
To lose all such or to be denied
is like being denied your next breath
Soaring in the clouds, like a bird
so free, so calm, so right.
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