Fly, Leave These Hemispheres Poem by Mark Heathcote

Back on earth, I feel like a flightless bird
Writers need wings, don't wish, want to be interred.

I'd like to soar through the clouds and endure
Storms and more, fly high into the azure.

Leave the garbage and breathe in that sweet air
I'd like to counteract their evil snare.

Ah, if only I could fly higher into the blue skies azure
Write a new featherless, unheard chapter.

But back on earth the drudgery, the dearth,
Plucking my wings feather's disentangling the mirth.

I'd like to spread my golden eaglet wings
No strings attached fly, leave these hemispheres.