We can flit about in inexhaustible
fury and the fervor of life is ours.
Entranced between the gates of conciousness and
natures infinite lust for possibilities .
With wings strectched beyond  broad skies
antenna sense vibrations
we glide gathering energy from the sun, a driving force throughout the wood.
Sudden gravity and I can no longer glide
Was
this contemplation an act to enervate the minds restlessness?
Or am i a faculty in some other life forms rest?
Z cant find the answer to the shade of his wings
but the truth is in unique percieved reality