The Wind Rises
by Emma McNulty
The wind will rise n' put your dream in flight
Until you're dragged down slowly by real life.
Your mind floods with promise n' colors bright
Before it's tainted with that dismal strife.
It's like you look for things that make you tick;
That drive you up the wall that you have built,
That block you from your vision brick-by-brick.
You masque the wall with paint, yet it has split.
But then you look where you could be when you
Put end to all obstructive barriers.
Allow your gut to take you places new
And rid yourself of useless panniers.
The pilot of your dreams is you, you know,
So start to soar; don't you dare look below!