A part of me is ready to take flight,
A part of me wants to test these wings,
To see how far I can rise,
How will I know if I don’t try?
How will I know the truth of the things they speak of?
The unruly ones,
The ones who,
Though the smell of burnt feathers lingers,
Choose to fly again and again and again.
How Will I Know?
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