Learning to Fly
I had a dream
I was learning to fly
I could fly as high
as the sky would allow
But if no one was there
to direct me
I'd end up in a tree
in the highest bough
I was learning to fly
I could fly as high
as the sky would allow
But if no one was there
to direct me
I'd end up in a tree
in the highest bough
Labels: aviation, dreams, flying, poetry, songwriting, swan song, where's my jetpack
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