Learn to Fly

Stuck in the window
Thought rushing
In the wind

This window is me
But should I step
Into another reality?

Feel another breath,
Hear another wind.
Find more than myself
In this passing life

I wonder if people
Share my stares
I ponder if
They even care

They sit in their worlds
And I want to get in
I blink, not understanding
All coherency in the wind

Their looks are different
Their interests, not the same
I long to find a same breath
That makes me fly, untamed

But maybe that's the point:
Fly in the other wind.
For flight in our own
Will only ever be a glide

Constant and unchanging
Are the thoughts of self.
New and lifting
Are the ponderances of many

I don't make sense here
Because I'm stuck in a glide
I need to free myself
Breathe a breath not mine

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This is the complete opposite of the poem called Sanctuary, two posts down. This is saying that you should read out to people instead of being closed off inside yourself all the time. Sometimes I do feel that my thoughts just keep repeating in this glide that never ends. You know what's funny? The poem inbetween this one and Sanctuary is the one that says how my mind contradicts itself all the time. Talk about coincidence.