Poetry

I Used to Think I Could Fly

When I was a kid

it was as if the earth had less gravity to weigh us down

Fewer pounds resting on our little shoulders less to bare less to care

So we could all fly just as much and just as high as we thought we wanted to

This beautiful rock felt kind of like magic you know not as tragic

like today might sometimes feel I used to be like an orange waiting to peel

and I had this notion that I could fly over the ocean in one swift motion

I still to this day remember when I used to have this repeating dream often times then and again

where I would fly all around feeling the breeze in my hair and could smell the scents of a pretty tranquil air

That felt so reminiscent and light like those bubbles you blow

and they disappear from sight

But you know they were there

because you saw them with your own eye when they popped in the sky

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