Prayer of Flight


United States

The seconds tick by

The minutes drown on

The hours never die

The days burn as the sun

But when I look out

I see the best the world can offer

Possibilities to seize not later, now

Opportunities to be taken proper

Awaiting in this place is not sane

I must leave, to pilot this fleeting plane


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