Never felt more like me
Feeling more like you
How could this truth
Make me untrue
when all I have to give
is the same force
for which we live
Stand on the bank of it
Spin it around
Weigh it in your hand
Do what you must to understand
Sometimes its fine to love the sky
from the land
But sometimes I need to know its mine to fly
shake off the sand
and take to flight
where a run was planned.
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