Up in the sky,
my thoughts fly away,
leaving this empty shell,
alone as a stray,
wishing to be acquainted,
with someone I could love,
is something magestic,
and something I dream of,
now those dreams are flying,
along with others too,
and I am sitting here sighing,
not knowing what to do,
I have to pick up my own wings,
and teach myself to fly,
I have feet, let's use them,
and not let opportunities fly by,
I don't want regret,
a future ghost that is cold,
I want accomplishment,
when I grow tired and old,
I just need to pick up myself,
and my destiny sublime,
out of everything in this world,
it is the one of the things truly mine.
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