Fully Grounded and Yet Fly
In the annals of our history, hovers the question of how to be
Our definition of success we learn, defines those possibilities
I absorb from birth, and all through life, things not allowed to seek;
But to yearn to have, so learn to earn; and earn until it comes to me
And left to search with ought hope to find my nature’s relativity
This is not the happiness I sought; and yet fear to lose what’s come to seed
I’ve no need to forfeit happiness, to find a different kind.
Best not cling on to yester-thoughts, if I want to change my mind.
Doesn’t help to leave my head in charge, of finding my heart inside.
Still, it’s up to no one other; but to each, his own humble scribe.
Since time untold the Universe unfolds, ..and time will abide.
The only matter left to test is simply, yes or no, - “Will I?”
But, to feel fully grounded; and yet with wings and fly;
Is this not the thing which we all seek; aspire to the sky?
Now, I can see that I believed what someone else had said;
It’s not always how it’s said, but rather, - fateful how it’s read.
That behind; I open mine eye; I open up my heart and sigh;
And with all confidence and grace, I now may spread my wings and fly.
Now with all confidence and grace; Now, I spread my wings and fly.
Copyright © Thom Allen | Year Posted 2017
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