Flying

As I look up into the evening sky

 I ponder how strange things really are

Other planets are so far away and away so far

As I watch the clouds go by

I feel as though I can fly

If I could only be a bird

And I know it sounds absurd

But oh, I would fly so high

And feel free

I am soaring towards the future and the future is soaring towards me

To find my place at last

Let my writing be my guide

So my creation will be vast

And I can set free what I hold inside

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