a feeling to trust,
fly to whatever skies lie forward.
young, helpless, blunt,
that's how my wings flap..
dreams, some are broken,
some are too beautiful,
so I left them behind.
unspoken,
'I need no rules.'
'I need to fly...', screamed I.
having hurt by the blowing wind,
having discarded the unsuitable dream,
the overcrowded sky I drift away in..
I know I might haven't accomplished anything yet,
no matter how I hurry.
However,
I still want to fly so bad,
that it resonates out of me..
kite remedy
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/diary-of-a-young-bird-1/
