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.