Sunday, June 27, 2004

shortfall

I elevate my life towards you
Ensnared by fear and doubt
I embrace my own empathy
The sky looms far above
I fall from my nest, restless
Wings without the air of thought
I envision flight but for another
Myself no longer pure
Born into weakness and bred by desire
How do I fly? I am not yet a bird

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