A hope for success and harmony,
a growing of muscles and bandwidth and ability..
Are we what we came into the world as?
How much can be shaped, shorn, shared?
Is desire and hard work enough to bushwhack through the mental wilderness.
Can enough ground be cleared, a runway made for the take off?
Not seeking no hard work,
but flight, and flight with other birds, who know the power of air, without seeing it.
Iām not asking for wings, I can see my own.
I simply want strength to fly.