II - Fearing Flight

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If I were an eagle
I would fear opening my wings,
And falling from great height
For the very first time.
The wind pushing past;
The empty below my feet,
And the ground approaching fast;
Waiting for me to hit.

I fear I would fall;
wings stretched out far,
Should I catch a breeze,
Maybe I would slow.
And maybe for a second,
I wouldn't feel so scared;
And I would catch the wind;
I would soar high in the clouds.

I fear I would flap my wings
For the very first time,
And enjoy the sensation
Of having some control.
Maybe I would feel free,
And learn how to fly;
But should I learn to fly,
I may never come down.

What I fear most is falling in love
With wind in my wings
And the control over all,
tasting the freedom given to me.
Perhaps I might stay,
At least for a while;
And then maybe I'll decide
To never come down.

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