The Man who Dared to Fly

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.