The Eagle/The Sultan/The Me
in the dream i am the eagle
in search of blissful locations-a nest for potential stay
i decide to live nomadic-for an eternity
on the ground i see the angst...i can hear the hearts giving birth to thoughts
in the sleep i am the exiled sultan
after my throne is snatched in the morning,i stand outside of my kingdom's gate in the noon...
i look into the forever and walk into the portrait of the unknown
when i awake i am the boy...anticipating journey
i am alone...i am stone...lost
i am the rope bound victim...subject to societal torture,the molestation of the mind
i am running trying to fly
I AM the Eagle
Copyright © Winter Wallace | Year Posted 2009
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