It's a bird! No, it's a plane!
No, it's my morning glory,
It's all our saving grace,
It's all in its right place.
Dig it all down from atop a mountain crown,
Laugh-smile-frown,
Reverse.
I don't want to think on it more
Or else wonder what it's all for.
Just be, just see.
Feel caged, or feel free.
It all matters much in the end,
Like gaining and losing a friend,
and the reverse.
Want it all heard,
Want to keep it in.
Maybe it is a bird, but it flies on a plain.
I want to fly, but I want to gain.
Should I want both?
Can I obtain the most?
It's evolution more than revolution,
but in reverse.
Always need to talk it off.
Always seem to walk it off.
Why can't I feel to rock it off?!
Just let it go like a dozen balloons.
And watch it all come round again.
Desire what is required,
and the reverse.
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