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Thursday, August 27, 2009

us & them

It’s almost dark now.
They can have their dreams of mediocrity,
Concede to the spell of ordinary things.
The bird whispers his way to meet me.
They can stay grounded in convenient lies,
Lost in a maze of the everyday.
We drop to the heavens together.
They can have riches, and power, and glory,
Distractions to ease internal suffering.
We need nothing but wings.
They’ll never understand our reasons,
For refusing the familiar.
We play between the rain and the wind.
They rip through trees and oceans,
To play with cars, houses, boats and each other.
We fly free tonight.
They crowd the streets below
Filed in rows of conformity.


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