Granted the chance to go up into the sky, without the aid of the metal and noise, I would take it.
Although one must consider the risks; So many things could happen; I could be carried away by a breeze and lost at sea.
But still,
I'd love to fly, for any amount of time.
To see the world as totally separate, but whole as well.
Desolate, between heaven and hell.
Maintaining defiance, being unlike anything else.
If I could fly, and see it all
But afterwards, what if I landed, and was unable to take off again?
Why would anyone want to descend,
from the apex of life?
The ultimate view, but knowing it's limited, I couldn't take the pain.
If I reached the top of the world, but then had to fall.
Like Icarus or Lucifer
And descend, into depression.
Do I want to suffer this mental damage?
If, knowing I could fly but unsure for how long.
Knowing that one flight wouldn't be enough.
Spending the rest of my life afterwards longing for something I could never have again.
I know that I'd ignore the fact that it made me happy one time and focus on the fact that I'll never be happy again.
Like Icarus I'd be spent
Tired wings couldn't stop me from falling
Like Lucifer I'd be sent:
Cast away from Hevean
Still, I would fly
But the whole time
I would fear my descent.
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A View
PoetryStaring at a view and feeling just looking at it is not enough, being captivated by the moment isn't enough, I need to do something. But the best thing to do is appreciate nature and be thankful for all the scenic sites in this world.
