Living in,
living doubt.
Daily grind,
dreaming in
wanting, just waiting to punch out.
Pushing here at the artifice,
peddling emotions as a high.
Feeling, and living
in this disconnect of reality.
Pushing on.
Pressing through.
Forward through the shadows and flames.
Tear stained regrets aside
as wings spread out,
not that we fly
but that we ride
falling free
and falling true.
Hand in hand,
choosing the path
and wanderers wondering,
on this path of life
as we stumble onward
feeling
and singing the truth of the heart.
Pushing aside regret,
feeling the pull of wind
and the kiss of God's loving embrace,
as we are enveloped,
these wings carrying us
where we would never dare to tread.
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