I day dream often, in one hour I’ll make it from LA to Boston. Open my wings, jump off the highest building and set sail..hoping that today’s the day that gravity fails.
Forget about drawing a line, because without borders are these thoughts of mine. Like the stars in sky they always seem to align or sorta like fine wine, they only progress over time.
Now that’s deep, so I sit and argue with my mental about actually taking a leap. Others watch from a distance in disbelief, I simply pick up the pieces to say the least.
These wings were made for flying and nothing more. So I suggest that you find something worth dying for. Live life like there’s no tomorrow, it’s not your time to die. Besides, what are these wings worth if you refuse to fly.
– L.F. SIAFA