The clock is ticking,
The days are narrowing.
My time has come.
I'm ready to give up my legs
In exchange for the pleasure
Of soaring above the world,
No care or real purpose
Other than just being free.
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CCCLXV - Poetry (Part 2)
PoetryPart 2 of my 365--this year: 366--challenge. A poem a day for a year.
day 280
The clock is ticking,
The days are narrowing.
My time has come.
I'm ready to give up my legs
In exchange for the pleasure
Of soaring above the world,
No care or real purpose
Other than just being free.