The Writer In Me, Wants You To Know
As we seek to touch those limitless skies
Beyond all those brilliant shining stars
We fly on expectations outstretched wings
To reach some place for all those things afar
Our wants far exceeded all we really needed
The wings we fastened on could not bare that greed
Caught between those needs and expectations
We fail to see within blurred by starry visions
If we could just stop and cut those wings to size
Perhaps just seek those tree tops and not the skies
Our needs could then match what our little hearts
desire
When we fail to catch that elusive ball of fire!
5.8.2021
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