Years have passed,
I could leave it behind
I'm just
one of a million
and my name will never
be engraved on that wall
and my form will never
be remembered
but half my mind
is always
breathing deeply,
taking off,
sprinting,
being tossed with a vengeance
through the air
but never
always
never in control
Half my heart
is always
falling off four inches of canvas,
standing back up,
and doing things that
scare me to death
And years have passed
but I can't leave it behind
because once you learn to fly
you never give it up.
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