I May Also Fly

He who leaps for the sky may fall, it's true. But he may also fly.
― Lauren Oliver, Delirium

Birds fly high, up away in the sky

Bird within flaps wings in reply

I gaze and gaze deep in the sky

To catch sight, match its height

Where is the line that needs crossing?

Where is that flag I need move past?

Birds, still flying and forever will

Here on ground I’m waiting still

Often they come down for me to sway

I keep fledging my wings to fly away.

Beasts who roar, deep in the forest

A roar rises and buries in my chest

I see mortals living the lives I want

Things I fancied, or I’d have planned

Where is the map that I once had in my hand?

Where is that road that was laid here before?

Beasts, they can never die and never will

That roar within is kicking and alive still

One day these roars will echo all the way

I’ll pave those roads and briskly run away.

Hold fast to dreams, for if dreams die

Life is a broken-winged bird, that cannot fly. 

― Langston Hughes

Out Of Control

My fault, my failure, is not in the passions I have, but in my lack of control of them― Jack Kerouac

In end, light’s gone and dark spreads

Everyone’s asleep I’m drained awake

Nocturnal dim charms me and mine

O’ august light of days and dawn

Find me if you can, I’m not lost

Not derailed or left caravan

Just little out of control

Sense, come find me fast.

In end, light’s no more and invisible worlds

Everyone’s fine, my mind and me in whorls

Wondering and wandering about my times

Widened eyes to see past dust and dark

Will I ever be found? Am I, Am I lost?

Benighted me thinking fast and hard

I fear to lose my compose

Sense, come find me fast.

How did this happen?

A paralysing thought.

Was it a trap or it is just me?