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I stand in my bedroom Ready to take the leap of faith My mirror reflecting a future That flew away long ago. I've always had someone to lift me up Take me higher and higher until I pass out from vertigo But the highest I'll ever fly by myself Is the length between my feet and the floor I get excited at planes taking off At hot air balloons rising And spaceships taking off But I know I will only truly "fly" once more. To fly is to be free But what is freedom with clipped wings? As I stare at the sky, ready to take off I feel free for the last time.
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:22 PM UTC
An Elegy to Flight
I stand in my bedroom Ready to take the leap of faith My mirror reflecting a future That flew away long ago. I've always had someone to lift me up Take me higher and higher until I pass out from vertigo But the highest I'll ever fly by myself Is the length between my feet and the floor I get excited at planes taking off At hot air balloons rising And spaceships taking off But I know I will only truly "fly" once more. To fly is to be free But what is freedom with clipped wings? As I stare at the sky, ready to take off I feel free for the last time.
I frikkin love bird analogies This is dedicated to that special someone who's heart I broke in January
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Apr 2
Apr 2, 2026 at 9:22 PM UTC
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