Friday, June 5, 2015

Almost There

A Wall exists, I know not why.
It seems to reach up to the sky.
Beyond it, I can hear the place,
Where my destiny will lie.

I've walked miles to reach this space.
The Journey hard: a grueling pace.
Yet now unless I learn to fly,
The truth, it seems, I now must face:

A wall of stone, I can not burn
My home is gone, I can't return
And wings? Well, I must think again
Some skills we can never learn

I'll walk around it if I can.
Go left? Go right? I'll Choose and then
If I am wrong when I discern.
Like Sisyphus, I'll Start again.

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