Flying With The Wind

Photo by Zoe Ella Mumford on Unsplash

When I was young

I would play with the wind

and run away with the sun

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Angering my sisters and breaking the hearts of a few guys

were my greatest sins

and life was a mystery

slowly unfolding before my eyes

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Now I have mouths to feed and bills to pay

and laughs and tears have sculpted my face

creating valleys and mountains of wisdom and pain

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The wind continues to whisper me “Come play”

but the cadence of the clock chains me down

Neither night or day I can take any rest

as duty has overshadowed my jest

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I’ve conquered my dreams and expanded my square

I’ve torn down walls and built bridges

I’ve talked and listened

taught and learned

I’ve forgiven and asked for forgiveness

I’ve walked miles and voyaged to distant lands

but I’ve forgotten how to fly

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I’m fulfilled

but still wait for the day

when

with the wind, I will be able to play

again

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