I was called "Little Bird"
Precious, small, and brave.
I call you Bluebird.
Calm, peaceful, bright.
A thousand other adjectives,
I don't feel the need to list.
But I'm looking at this edge.
This cliff
That I am swiftly approaching.
Fall or fly.
Fall or fly.
Those are my only two options.
I've come too far for the third,
Which was turn around.
Fall or fly.
I mean, I'll fall anyway.
That's the only way I'll be able to fly.
But what if I lift off immediately.
Or what if I fall and I feel like I'm flying?
Only one way to find out.
Let's hope these broken wings,
Will take to the air,
If only to trail behind
The blue wings
I adore.
Jul 10, 2016
Jul 10, 2016 at 11:07 AM UTC
I was called "Little Bird"
Precious, small, and brave.
I call you Bluebird.
Calm, peaceful, bright.
A thousand other adjectives,
I don't feel the need to list.
But I'm looking at this edge.
This cliff
That I am swiftly approaching.
Fall or fly.
Fall or fly.
Those are my only two options.
I've come too far for the third,
Which was turn around.
Fall or fly.
I mean, I'll fall anyway.
That's the only way I'll be able to fly.
But what if I lift off immediately.
Or what if I fall and I feel like I'm flying?
Only one way to find out.
Let's hope these broken wings,
Will take to the air,
If only to trail behind
The blue wings
I adore.
Alright life, let me have it. I'm as ready as I'll ever be.
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