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Wings still down

I thought flight could come to those on the ground

Don’t wanna walk around

I rather fly high

But without the confidence to span

You’ll never see the sky.

Don’t wanna be the type of guy

to waste talent.

But the soul is scarred behinds these eyelids

Needs balance
to walk the fine line between genius and insanity.

How can it be
that my canopy is litter dollar signs

but I never dream of cents
just a few problems of mine.

Wake up with no repentance.
Written by
Kevin Hayes  24/M/Homewood,IL
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