Wings

Because the birds can fly

It makes me question things

Why was I born a human?

When I dream of having wings.

I would take off everyday

Hearing nothing but the breeze

No toes to break anymore

Nor more grazing of my knees.

Never wishing I was someplace else

As I’d soar across the sand

I’d be free to coast the ocean

And my garden’s where I land.

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