If I fly, I’ll leave footprints on clouds. It will give me a fleeting satisfaction of a task well done, till someone else rewrites history and presents a different picture.
Do I take this flight, or chart a different path – solo, undirected? The door of the cage is open. It is only a matter of time, before I start humming my own tunes, or die unsung.
music of rebellion
knows how the best songs end there
blue expanse unlimited