Born To Fly

I understand that it’s the thought that counts And I appreciate all the thoughts I really do… But sometimes I wish they wouldn’t help “You stress yourself.” They say “Just learn to let it go. You have a nice house and family Just forget what they say,” Stop fighting, and do it our way They do not understand My mind was born to fly! It can soar through the heavens And grasp the eleven dimensional construct So stringy in its origin My soul was born to care! I need to… Need! To help all I can My mind can solve the puzzle So I should not hoard its power I try to give it freely But they do not understand I know they’re looking out for me But why can’t they see It is their constant wish to ground me That is crushing my soul Like the relentless pull of gravity Pressing the Aether in around my head Why can’t they see My mind was born to fly!

Mental Journey

I am on a journey of the mind. Contemplating the universe on every scale, and doing a complete introspective exploration. I may never be a literary academic, but I share my humble thoughts in hope that they may inspire others.

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