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.