Flying through the sky, not a worry not a care. High.
Succeeding, and flying, without wings, without things. High above the
worries of modern life. High above the cares of earthly life.
Dragged down into the pit. The pit of broken dreams. A humble dream of
a home, a being and a place of our own. A safe place with love, and
compassion, a place to be held, a place to hold. Everyday, wiser or
more foolish, and one day closer to a temporary end.
One day I want to fly, but not for long.
George
Flying (an analogy) 
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