In dreams a showering of silver wings, ones to clip on and fly away

to lift your body from from the ground, and soar among the birds

In reality it sinks back, the moment that causes your mind to go astray

Then a look among the pile, and realize the books are nothing but words

A walk among the pace of the living, it’s a feeling that seems never ending

A look to the trees and you see freedom, a cardinal that speaks words uncaged

He looks and says it may seem a curse to you, the time on the ground you’re spending

But do not take it for fault, do not become enraged

You do not need wings in your spine

I know you feel like a fish out of water

But take a wise word from my time

You are just a youngling, just a starter

Soon the world will be a pearl to you

To wear on your neck and shine

As it glows a shine that radiates true

And in time, you will find your place down the line