Treasure Island

Lonnie Hicks

(www.lonniehicks.com / Chicago Ill)

Flying


If I fly
then I am off the ground.

If I am off the ground
I might fly too high and spin off into space
where I will perish.

If I don't fly
and stay on the ground
then I lose out on the experience of flying.

If I fly tip-toe but not actually fly
then I don't fly or soar.
and lose the experience of really flying.

If I stay on the ground then my life
will not be what it could be.

I guess flying is worth the risk.
But then this
is a personal choice
and I could fail.
So fear of failure
is my real enemy.

That I have to overcome.
Be prepared to fail as many
times as it takes
but don't give up on flying.

Submitted: Thursday, January 15, 2009
Edited: Monday, September 14, 2009

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