Flying

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I search outside

to fly to the tall tree

I want to go outside

to fly in the high sky


to be alive

and feel the breeze

so I spread my wings 

and fly, fly, fly


before I know it

I'm not flying

and I slump as 

I hit the glass


Always searching

and wanting

trying and flying

but never going anywhere


I want to go outside

to fly in the high sky

always falling and never

flying.





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