Down the street
Dragging my feet
Until my soles
Look bloody and beat
Zooming past
No thought is given
I wander through
And search for the hidden
Firelight dancing
Catching me
Bringing me close
A light has been brought
The cleansing flame
To guide me down
Into the vacant state
Of my mind
Glaring at my dismissal
Unchecked we are free
Now go forth
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You have got wings. You can fly so high. Good poet!
My wings were clipped. I would fly if I could; I can only dream though. All I do is spit words from my mouth and hope someone likes them.