Flying Away

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Warming up those wings
(for I have not used them for long)
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Raring to fly away
(for I forgot - that I am a bird - for some time)
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Gazing at the sky
(When was the last time?)

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and then; back to the basics called freedom.
the thought of freedom used to make me feel better.
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Never been this confused in my entire life.
Surprise, I still dont want to give up.
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I will fall off this tight rope.
I wish I knew which side.

end.