Conventional Wisdom Poem by Burkina Faso

They say to me
“sit up and fly right”
I tell them that I am not a pilot
Nor a pidgeon

They say to me
“close, but no cigar”
And I say no,
Close, but I never wanted a cigar

They say to me that
“time heals all wounds”
And I say, that’s not true
Even deadmen have scars

They say to me
“Actions speak louder than words”
But don’t forget
reading between the lines

They say to me
“Grasp no more than thy hand will hold”
And I say,
Why not grab more than two hands can hold?
And give to those who have no hands of their own

They say to me
“Reach for the sky”
So I jump off of a cliff
But right as I’m about to reach their golden sunset sky
I fall and land in the warm glass ocean
And I am happy there