Fly
is it so wrong to want to fly? To get away? Above it all?
is it so wrong to dream of freedom? Of not feeling trapped? Closed in?
I want to fly. I want to soar higher than the stars and never come down. I want to view the earth from the perspective of a thousand year old star and dream of the days when I would walk under those same stars and long to be there. But once I was there, would I not want to come back? would i not wish for the earth and my home again? like I longed for the stars?
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this has been a random thought by lids...thanks for tuning in...
