The Defeated Dream
I was told to fly,
To search the horizon.
Reason? Someone heard me,
Whimpering last night.
Orders came, preparations followed.
'I demand her wings, today, no 'morrow! '
Surprised at his majesty's vocab,
I turned around and packed my bags.
By noon some twenty wings arrived,
After came a hundred more.
Consumed in being absolutely lonely,
I planned it quickly, my certain journey.
In the evening, I was called,
Mouth opened and jaw dropped.
'Choose your wings,
Hear the bell ring,
Give that ball a swing,