Their are many ways,
so many,
its amazing,
how many have come to be.
ways to leave,
to go,
to be
released.
I wouldn't want my time to be soon,
but you never know.
If I had a choice,
I wouldn't go by fire,
free as ashes in the wind.
I wouldn't go by water,
finally surrounded by silence,
I've had enough of that for a life time.
no,
I would choose to fly,
I would soar like the birds,
free as the wind,
my last act of defiance against gravity,
the force that is beaten by no being,
the force that pulls waves,
sets the biological clocks of many.
the force that keeps us tethered,
or sets us free.
If I had a choice,
at my time to go,
I would not pass of age,
nor disease,
or accident.
I would fly like the birds,
our difference being
they will fly for their lives,
to live, to be,
while I,
I will walk.
but at my time I will fly, soar, live their love,
for mere seconds.
In those mere seconds,
I
will
be
released
Nov 23, 2013
Nov 23, 2013 at 1:29 AM UTC
Their are many ways,
so many,
its amazing,
how many have come to be.
ways to leave,
to go,
to be
released.
I wouldn't want my time to be soon,
but you never know.
If I had a choice,
I wouldn't go by fire,
free as ashes in the wind.
I wouldn't go by water,
finally surrounded by silence,
I've had enough of that for a life time.
no,
I would choose to fly,
I would soar like the birds,
free as the wind,
my last act of defiance against gravity,
the force that is beaten by no being,
the force that pulls waves,
sets the biological clocks of many.
the force that keeps us tethered,
or sets us free.
If I had a choice,
at my time to go,
I would not pass of age,
nor disease,
or accident.
I would fly like the birds,
our difference being
they will fly for their lives,
to live, to be,
while I,
I will walk.
but at my time I will fly, soar, live their love,
for mere seconds.
In those mere seconds,
I
will
be
released
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