Flying for Forever
Few things are as amazing
as flying on unicornback.
Through the endless blue,
we’re the only ones for miles.
Flying is
liberation from the weight of responsibility,
ecstasy that makes joy seem sad,
space where time doesn’t exist.
The world belongs to us
here and now.
Flesh is weaker than spirit,
and, eventually, we have to land.
Returning feels like
an admittance of defeat.
No longer are we sustained
by wind and light
by clouds and the endless horizon.
Gravity holds us captive to the ground,
exhaustion denies us an immediate
escape to sky.
If only my life was lived in midair,
my worries would never catch up
and my fears would never hold me down.
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