Every once in a while, you come across someone who inspires you. I lucked out. This person never stops inspiring me. This post is dedicated wholeheartedly, completely, unabashedly to that person.
There once
was a man
Who dared to
say I can
My dreams I
will fulfil
I refuse to
sit down still
A second I
won’t waste
And every
colour I will taste
Why walk
when I can dance
Why not grab
every chance
Why keep
waiting for a plan
Why not when
I can
But wait,
said the world
Its wings
dusty and curled
We have
certain rules
To keep in
line you fools
You can’t
just burst into song
In a group
if you belong
You’ll
stumble, you will fall
You won’t
fly, you’ll have to crawl
This isn’t
the time yet to fly
So don’t
even bother to try
But his
dance had already begun
And his song
couldn’t be unsung
The canvas
and brush had met
The paint
had started to spread
His flight
they could not stop
His wings
they could not crop
Flying up
towards the sky
He soared,
he soared high
Peace filled
his mind
He had left
the herd behind
He won’t
last, they all said
As they
slowly continued to tread
For now, he
can flutter about
But soon the
excitement will fade out
He’ll
realize he’s all alone
And then
he’ll sit and moan
He’ll beg
for a place to land
Then we’ll
make our stand
We’ll show
him we were right
He was wrong
to make his flight
But the
words were hollow, not true
As every
second, his passion grew
They worried
about him going astray
While all
along, he made friends on the way
Together,
they danced and sang
And all
around, their echoes rang
Caring not,
what the future would give
This was one
life they meant to live
Appreciating
every second of the beauty passing by
This was the
group that dared to fly.
