To do or not to do
I am ****** either way
Because regret will follow me one way and the unknown another
Perhaps I am doomed to fly, wax-coated feathers and all
Doomed to soar over a world I will never hold
And in a moment have it ripped from my mortal grip in the fall
But yet maybe the Earth is my punishment, my wound
Gravity and his hands always grasping and pulling
My fear of flying my folly to fall
It is of no matter if I do it or I don’t
The time will pass anyway.
Apr 20
Apr 20, 2026 at 4:24 PM UTC
To do or not to do
I am ****** either way
Because regret will follow me one way and the unknown another
Perhaps I am doomed to fly, wax-coated feathers and all
Doomed to soar over a world I will never hold
And in a moment have it ripped from my mortal grip in the fall
But yet maybe the Earth is my punishment, my wound
Gravity and his hands always grasping and pulling
My fear of flying my folly to fall
It is of no matter if I do it or I don’t
The time will pass anyway.
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