To Fly


I want to fly.

Fly far, far away.

Somewhere I don't yet exist.

Somewhere I can grow from that which I forced upon myself.

I don't want to be scared of that which can be explained.

Not when the true unknown can fill a lifetime of fear.

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A place where I am more than a bird with broken wings,

Where I finish what I begin.

This world is shrinking, decency and justice vanishing,

In place of hate and greed.

I want to find what's left of the light,

Before I give myself to the darkness,

Our race is so well known for.

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To fly.

Fly to the ends of the earth and beyond.

To find a place called 'free'.

Where the ground doesn't lock me to the ground with chains.

A place where I see the sky

And think of flying, rather than falling.

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The sights that lift one's spirits rather than kill them.

To live in reality rather than die dreaming.

Can this place exist on this plane?

Or is it just a dream?

A dream from which I will never wake?

One that will wrap me up,

And never let go until I say goodbye?

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Why do I wish for true freedoms key, when my reality is so fortunate?

Why do my eyes and ears cloud at everything I have been given,

While my soul screams for this chapters end?

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To run would be to escape

Or would drive me deeper into the cage.

Black Dark