Would he fear falling
And give up freedom
Or would he still wish he could fly
Imagine having wings
Soring high above the ground
Flying up and beyond
Until everything becomes as tiny as a dot
Escaping the gravity that pulls you down
You rise higher and higher
Where the earth screams beneath,
'Beware the fall'
The wind brushing your cheecks
A laugh escapes your lips
'Free at last', your lungs sigh
With the taste of freedom as swwet as honey
No noise from below reaches your ears
When the listener becomes the speaker
And have conversations deeper than the sea
From up there you see the beauty
Intricately designed just for you
Every puzzle piece falls into its place
As a grand plan gets revealed
If I were him
I would choose to fly
The sun might burn my wings
But in that moment I will be free.
-VJ
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