Flight

He looked at the sky

With a desire in his eyes

To, one day

Grow up wings and fly

It was blue and cloudy

And invited him by and by

But when he grew the wings

he suddenly realized

The blueness disappeared

When you went inside

It was all dark and gloomy

And he embraced its style

So there he is now

Up high, ready to die.

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