I Fly

I fly like a bird, random and free. No time for restrictions nor commitments, I live life for me. Being a free spirt, I roam. Roam the thoughts, ideas, and dreams within me. Having time to think and be merry in the ideas of contemplation. Contemplation of uncertainty. I fly like a bird, with motivation and will. Flying over the forests of others judgmental views, But seeing the blue sky of those who accept. I strive to ride the wind currents, Not knowing where they will take me. Spontanuity is key. I fly like a bird, fast and fierce, yet gentle and careful. I like to see things fast, but still take time to revel in their beauty. Everyone has beauty, even though some people never show it. I say things I do not mean, and embarrass myself constantly, But I am strong enough to laugh at my imperfections, which at times don't bother me. As I fly, I meet another soaring bird, who wants to join the ride, But I decline. Company's nice, but I'd rather be flying solo. Yet I give him some advice. Fly at your own pace, your own will, and your own might, do not let anyone fly for you. So feeling my ambition, I fly.