"Wings" by Kiume

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<--Kiume's Poetic Spasm

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Sitting in a wooden chair and staring toward the sun,
Out beyond the emerald plains and past blue mountains’ run
To where the light shines down upon a world I’ve never seen.
My mind starts reeling, starts believing strange and brilliant things.

I think about the myst-er-ies behind that jagged wall,
Just beyond the shimm’ring veils, through silver clouds, that fall.
Perhaps it is a land of monsters roaming through the trees
Or a realm of elves whose beauty I have longed to see.

If only I had wings, perhaps I’d find such lands as these,
Far away in northern wastes or ‘cross the southern seas.
If I had wings then I could leave my worldly cares behind,
Soaring high above the earth on road of wind and sky.

Though dreams are not worth having if you mean to live a life.
Still, the thought burned in my mind and filled my heart with strife.
At last I could not take it more and to the sky I said.
“Oh gods of night and day I wait and soon, I fear, be dead.

If still my heart can wander not, and caged my soul must be
You’d just as well take me now, ‘tis not what life should be.
I do not wish to linger here and simply waste away.
On second thought, if help you’ll not then stay out of my way.”

So now it goes from that day forth I donned my leather pack
And saw the land beyond the mounts, the wastes, the seas, and back.
The story ends right here and now with one more word to say:
We always had our wings, you see, just spread and fly away.

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<--Kiume's Poetic Spasm

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