Golden Wings

All I want is to fly,
fly with golden wings that take me beyond
beyond where my brown ones can go
Fly to a destination so high that I’m friends with the stars and the sky.

When I’m there, will I smile?
When I’m there, will I fall in love with the sky?
Tell me, giver of golden wings, what’s the price?

There are no free lunches, they say
So do my wings cost me my humanity?
my sanity? or will they lead me to vanity…
Tell me, giver of golden wings, how will I have to pay?

All I want is to fly,
to be mindless and be friends with the stars and the sky.
Too bad I’m still human, and worry about the price
Giver of golden wings, thank you for teaching me to try.

 

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Rewrite The Bygones

If I had the power to change the past I would

I don’t care for the consequences

Nor for the unspoken sentences

The past isn’t always good

 

Taking back something I said

Is not achievable

It’s the game of a turning table

Hopefully happiness waits at the end

 

I’ll have to carry on

I’ll have to be strong

Forgetting the past

Is the key to make things last.