I stood upon the mountaintop,
My view was of the world
Yet my focus was in the air
Following the free, the birds.
I could see all but visit
None.
I had asked for omniscience,
To be the holy man that
Truthseekers journey to find...
It has trapped me.
Child-like I long for wings,
To fly alongside the eagles
And rejoice.
I long for freedom.
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