Rise

Some birds fly and others soar, other creatures never take flight, should I seek ground or something more, balancing the difference is the plight, Is it wrong not to want what? seems to be the dream to fly, or can greater deeds too be sought, without drifting much too high, Time has not strengthened this desire, the voice to rise still sometimes call, losing self in all the mire, yearning wanes after each fall, Foregoing all that is prone to tempt, perhaps there are better things, the dichotomy in us we can not exempt, from what happens when our heart sings, Years has beat us down, in youth we could not see, from wanting to wear the crown, and the hope of what we could be, If life has not so crushed, we will exercise this great might, into flight we will not be rushed, rising but keeping sight,