'Wings.'

I am… a soul within a skin,Wrapped in ribbon, packaged tight.Holding fast, not leaving soon.I am not ready to be given wings… to fly.I am… a mind before a mold,Thoughts within a fiery blind.Folded up but licking high,I am not who you’d like to find… I should say goodbye.I am… golden, like the morning sun,Starting false in race unkind.Winning slow, last place in view,I am not quick to leave behind… or fly.I am… covered in a swirling mist,Blinding fast my only eyes.Perhaps you cannot, will not see,I am not fine… I am not fine… perhaps I’ll say goodbye.I am… a soul within a skin,Shrouded by the devils rite.Evil temper stakes a claim,I am not a demon without light… I cannot fly.I am… chord within a melody,Aching on a surly bind.Breaking through a barrier,I am not special, you will find … so, to you I say goodbye.I am… rain drops on the window,Tap, tap… tap, tap… a pouring sight,To be erased by clearing skies,I am not able to lift high… and fly.I am… a wish that won’t come true,Forever clasped within your mind.Dancing with the hopes and dreams,I am not who you like to think… I must be gone, goodbye.I am… a soul within a skin,Unable to end, cannot begin.Standing long I’ll look at you,I am not able to end this thing… So, today I think I’ll fly…I now am ready for my wings.I’ll fly. Written January 11th, 2002 © on Jan 10 2002 11:26 PM PST, harry luck    0 • 10