Flying

I've been told my whole life I could fly

If you believe    You can achieve

Just spread your wings and be

A bird!    Flying, soaring.   Wind roaring. 

And a bird is what you will be.

What they really meant was - Dream.

In your dreams    you are free

But in life,   Deceived.

You are a bird, but not in the sky

--in a age

--left alone

--withered and dried.

I tried   I tried to dream  I tried to see

But i couldn't see past my bars--

The steel of my cage

trapped in my ways     A bird!

A bird who couldn't fly.

Maybe I can. There might still be time. 

Time to fly  to leave  and achieve, 

A true bird I could be. 

But I call this cage home. Home sweet home.

Home is not always free or best for me

But I'll have to ask myself something if I do fly:

Will I let flew be flown and do be done?

Or will I never look back at my cage

Will I soar till my cage is no longer in view and their words become true?

Will    I    Fly?