change happens

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Standing,
At the
threshold
of the rest
of our
lives.

We are off.
Nestlings,
ready to fly.
Jumping off the edge
Barely manage to glide
The winds
the currents
jostling your flight
whispering,
nothings
confusing your mind

gliding,
what freedom.
The ground,
rapidly
Closing in…..
Blanking,
Panic setting in.
The world,
Chaotic.
The wind,
Screaming your name.

The motion,
The commotion,
Life
Taking its toll.
Feathers,
once glossy
slowly, dimming and dull.

Our songs,
all different.
Different,
Stories to tell.
One,
of lost love.
One,
Of love found.
We fly
To our destinies,
Not knowing,
What’s what.
The sparrow,
The eagle,
The falcon,
It seems,
Fly
into the
nothing.
Not knowing,
a thing.

We are,
off.
We are,
Flying.
The sky,
so wide,
Infinite possibilities.
Seeming
far beyond our grasp

the future
undecided
the world
a place to roam
for each
and everyone of us
who fight
for what we know.

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