My Wings
Miles distance, with apparent feeble attempts to show truth and sincerity. The fog thickens.
It is becoming increasingly more difficult to have any faith in the path in which I want to take.
The soles of my feet feel the cool rich earth pulling me in deeper and deeper.
The more I struggle the more I become a part of it.
I need to fly.
My wings may be slightly torn but if I stay in the illusion,
I will become permanently grounded,
entrapped in the the vines of a typical life.
My wings may be slightly torn but if I stay in the illusion,
I will become permanently grounded,
entrapped in the the vines of a typical life.
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