Toward the burning sun,
higher than they’d advise is wise,
I fly.
Caution,
they say,
not too high, you’ll only ever fall.
But I only want to feel the light.
Lower, toward the crashing waves,
lower than they’d say I should,
I fly.
Careful,
they chide,
not too low, you’ll sink like a stone.
But I only want to hear the sea's song.
I spread my wings and fly,
higher than a bird,
lower than a breeze.
Watch me,
I cry,
I’d rather burn,
I’d rather drown,
than never feel the freedom of the flight.
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