Thursday Thoughts.

I am a man, or a boy, someone growing into the skin of reality and realizing life isn't always how you expect it to be.
Can you breathe watching me now? Knowing I'm becoming what you always wanted me to be?
Do you hate how I seem to emerge and succeed and do it all with far less effort than you?
Can you feel that breeze which holds me up, like the delicate surf of the ocean keeping me buoyant with its waves?
I'm the archer, shooting straight for the sky, do you think my arrow will fly?
I think I'll make it, I think I'll soar, but will you bind me to the floor?
Release my cage and emerge the winner, help me fly you foolish thing!
No matter how you hold my heels, and bind my body I still will sing!
Why fight the facts that evade your grip, why fight what will happen?
You fear the future, fear your age, and fear I will fly away?

Touch, taste, smile, sing, dance, flow, drive, stop.
Crash, burn, cry, drown, sink, follow.

Sunrise, once again, the light comes forth, touching every tendril of grass in my world.
So bright, the eyes reject their images, unaccustomed to such joy.
Open arms, warm rays of sunshine fill the day and once more the wings are dry.
Is this it? What I yearn and search for? What drives me onwards?