Once young and invincible.
Flying fearlessly high above the simple clouds.
My feet hovering until the instant of awakening.
Awakening from my childlike reverie.
And with that,
My feet drop towards the ground.
My lifelong daydream crashes.
And in another instant,
I hit reality.
Leaving behind the innocent surreal life that once hazed my open eyes from accepting the truth.
From accepting the actuality of the world in which I live.
No longer soaring high above the simple sky.
No longer ignoring what is right in front of me.
My feet are now planted steadily on this worldly earth.
Nevertheless,
I still yearn
For the days in which
I believed I could fly.
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For the Days I Believed I Could Fly
PoetryThe moment a little boy is concerned with which is a jay and which is a sparrow, he can no longer see the birds or hear them sing. ~Eric Berne
