I saw a dream of wingless flight.
Is it the "coming of age" or its going? When the time comes, and I see you grounded, do I choose to crash or maintain my even soar?
Are you coming? or going? or have you never been "there"?
I know, I cant share my dream, you will just not get it. But in the eye of the storm, in the cone of silence, I will let it stir like a restless finger, and then it will all be clear, the moor, with a debris that will blend in and not stand out. Was it really standing? or was it in a wingless flight?
I have no questions, if you stop reading my sentences or showing yours. Lets call what I have "love" and "coming of age".
Is it the "coming of age" or its going? When the time comes, and I see you grounded, do I choose to crash or maintain my even soar?
Are you coming? or going? or have you never been "there"?
I know, I cant share my dream, you will just not get it. But in the eye of the storm, in the cone of silence, I will let it stir like a restless finger, and then it will all be clear, the moor, with a debris that will blend in and not stand out. Was it really standing? or was it in a wingless flight?
I have no questions, if you stop reading my sentences or showing yours. Lets call what I have "love" and "coming of age".
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