Bird without wings
I would fall out of a hundred airplanes
Just to feel the wind pushing beneath me
A clear substance
Trying to hold me up
As I float about in the sky
Like a feather traveling through a snow storm
The air is thinner up here
And as I soar fearlessly
I know that
What goes up
Must come down
-m.c.-
Bird without wings
/6:04p.m./