Fly

You say I am a child

but i am also a dragon

With wings that make wind

cut through the trees like blades

with voice

that burns down countries

with dreams

that die when boxed

and cut

and sold

till we are no longer dragons

but worms on our stomachs

you want us to be like you

but why not fly

you exist not as a bird

but a man

You exist not as an ideal

but as tangible thought

we watch you fly

and remember things

but we watch you burn

and crash

and cry

for we remember things

i wont break your wings

I show you to control wind

for you can fly straight

and never touch the ground

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