Friday, December 17, 2004
Something i wrote about a year ago.
Dreaming
My wings are clipped,
their wanderlust
taken away by manacles
that bound my precious freedom.
I am in all sincerity
the flightless angel,
the grounded eagle,
who can only dream
of the skies,
soaring amongst the heavens.
Bonded by reality,
broken and deluded,
I closed my eyes
Wishing hoping and praying.
Then it begun.
Light as a feather,
i ascended gracefully,
weightless and liberated,
in a world by my rules,
unbounded by gravity.
Joey Kum
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