Wings

As a child we all had wings

Dreaming about little things

Little things but big ideas

When were they replaced by fears?

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We were told to grow up quick

Give up your dreams would do the trick

But every second time goes by

So use your wings – it’s time to fly

Live every day like it’s your last

Soon they will be in the past

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See – one day we will all be old

And only stories will be told

Make sure the will be worth to hear

So go take risks and beat your fears

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Just spread your wings and fly

Live before you die

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A poem about growing up, about giving up your childhood dreams and replacing them with rational thoughts, about those who break free and chase their dreams.