Life never granted me wings but
It told me that I could glide on a single whisp of wind.
I breathe in promises of my potential.
I settle down in a nest of sparkling lies.
No one want to be the anchor.
No one wants to be the one that saves the day.
I must travel the road that every one trembles to set foot on.
I must recognize that these are not promises but possibilities.
These hands will plant the feather and
That feather will thrive under my eyes and
I will soar with my own pair of wings.
I want to live not only in the sky
but to pulse through the stars
and to drift under the waves
and to scramble through all the forests
until I have touched every last corner of this Earth.
All of this is a possiblity.
And all of this lies tucked away within my dreams.