Flying Poem by Michael Smith

Weakened by these thoughts.
Adjusting to the pain.
Running away from my problems.
Swiftly dodging the rain.
Trusting my instincts & keeping my distance.
Not allowing my heart to get in the way.
Has actually kept me persistent.
Feeling so rejuvenated & different.
One would think I'm rather gifted.
With this amazing skill to escape.
But yet still keep a smile & my pride with me.
Take some time to bring a change.
Well have a nice time trying.
Jumping & weaving through these obstacles.
With my mind set on flying.
If my wings become disabled & my heart becomes unstable.
My body forms a new pair & then I recharge my robotic heart.
With them good ol' heartless power cables.
To help me move on & to help me endure.
This pain of realizing I'll be alone forever more.
Such a relieving pain which keeps me boosted.
So I have no intentions to lose it.
The pain evolves from ones who turn simple honesty to confusion.
Cold hearted & cold emotions.
I bet you can feel my presence.
Ask me if there'll ever be a change.
I'll stare at you & wait for the next question.
I'm the worst some say, but I can easily make someone's day.
Depending on how I'm feeling, I'll treat you any type of way.
At times I seem bipolar or maybe even crazy.
I'm just being real, Don't like it... move on.
I promise you it won't even faze me.
If you're not by my side.
I don't care, I'm pretty much used to this already.
I'll always hold my own weight.
No matter how light nor how heavy.

3/25/10 - Welcome Back Miguel -