If I could fly I would
If I could chance- I should
So I guess "here goes nuthin!"
Off the ledge I go
To a land of "I don't know"
When perhaps I never will
Maybe that's my curse
Or my blessing, which is worse
It means- All this is good
And this little train that could
Is bound to find a future
In many a different pasture
And that's just the facts
What about the unknown
Or the ungrown
All that's yet to be
What will be of me
I don't know
So I point a big toe
Neglecting the others
And I jump
Pretending I have feathers
And maybe next is a blurr
Or a he and her
Or a dancing bear
Or new underwear
Who knows?!!!
Not this guy
This guy beeing me
I suppose we shall see
Photo by Sadie Myers. Words by Dustin Whitehead.
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