Flying
Yesterday when I was in my school library, I wrote a poem. I titled it flying and I have no idea why. That usually happens a lot.
Flying
August 31st, 2009
Age: 14
Flying is fun, it’s the only time when I’ve felt like I’ve won.
Being so high in the sky, feeling as if the worries will just pass me by.
No worries to tie me down, not wanting to be back on the ground.
Passing by the clouds so smooth and white, but don’t worry they don’t bite!
The light cast upon me feels so warm, I never feel the coming storm.
What I know is that there’s nothing to fear, but my life is the one I should steer.
So yeah flying is fun, it’s the only time when I’ve felt like I’ve won.
P.S. Tell me what you think!
Flying
August 31st, 2009
Age: 14
Flying is fun, it’s the only time when I’ve felt like I’ve won.
Being so high in the sky, feeling as if the worries will just pass me by.
No worries to tie me down, not wanting to be back on the ground.
Passing by the clouds so smooth and white, but don’t worry they don’t bite!
The light cast upon me feels so warm, I never feel the coming storm.
What I know is that there’s nothing to fear, but my life is the one I should steer.
So yeah flying is fun, it’s the only time when I’ve felt like I’ve won.
P.S. Tell me what you think!
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