If I Could Fly

I wonder…

If I was able to fly. Where would I go?

Would I climb higher than the trees,

Or pass the shores?

The view from up above

I’m sure is nothing but serene.

But the thing I look forward to

Is having wind beneath my wings.

To lift higher and higher without a care to fall,

Now that is something I dream of.

Something I want in all.

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But flying is possible in a different sense,

But all of us are scared to fall,

So it doesn’t make sense.

We choose to stand on our ground

Unwavering from our view.

So I sit here wondering what if,

when all I need is to Do.