Reality is a masterpiece, I can ride the wind if it would bring me some freedom, at least some reprieve, some escape.. some salvation, how my heart yearns again for the open skies..
as it were, my wings furl open, as my eyes alight;
leaping upward, embracing my final flight, a thunder echoes, the wind would roar, a pang fills my heart, I’ll ache never more..
I’ve reached my zenith, my wings are strained,
keen, I, my cry into the darkness – pained, as I fold my wings, and reared back to dive..
And here, I find myself falling to my death, feathers flowing as I tumble towards the ground, feeling my breath drawn with the win