Monday, June 14, 2004
i wanted wings
i wanted to fly
to soar in the brillant blue skies above
for years i'd yearn...
now i have my wings
i want to fly
but should i really fly?
broods of predaters circling sinisterly overhead
more fearful predaters pacing about on the ground below
do i really want to fly?
soaring endlessly, unknowingly into the vast blue sky?
or risk falling, dying as a result?
am i ready for wings?
to fly confidently, proudly into the horizon?
or fall spectacularly?
and be remembered as the fool who tried to fly?
bert cussed at 8:19 PM.