This Note is Locked - Wings
And I’m back, once again at the drawing board.
I know life’s a rollercoaster
And I’ll have bad days,
But I always find myself back here;
Come with a headache,
Write with a heartache
Leave with repaired wings,
And then I fly-
But I’ve been here enough to know that I won’t fly straight.
No one does
I fly up and down;
I fly too close to the sun and I clip the trees.
But at least this place has taught me that
We’re meant to have wings;
They help us go beyond this home,
This world;
I’ve given myself these wings,
This place has given me wings;
And like everyone else
I cross realms,
My soul travels
And when I’m stuck
I consult myself and this home;
And I fly to the sky
And back to myself.