Courage enough to Fly
Why bother with the night and day?
For, I know, though I try and pray,
the moon will always be beyond my reach,
and the stars surely will always stay
their same, brilliant, glow of faraway.
And the Milky Way will never stay in the creases of my hand,
It will but fleeting go back, to where it began.
So why bother with the day and night?
The sun is surely in my sight,
And yet not with all my collected might,
Could I ever touch itís fire.
Oh, and the clouds will always float away,
And never, never, come my way,
Though I will question them to stay.
And the angels will never hum my name
Unless itís a jest they play,
To drive me madder
Bother do I? Bother should I? Or shall I stay here below them,
Gawking lovingly at a heaven full of stars, and wishing and
Wanting, in desperate everlasting, to stretch bold wings and fly to join,
A symphony of crickets and cosmos.
Perhaps a moment longer still, or an eternity longer.
I curse my stupidity, will you?
Also, is applicable to my wanting to join the Forensics club. I love to talk in front of people, and to write speeches, but I always felt like I never belonged in the Drama club world, filled with 'stars' (those perfect Drama kids who think they're all perfect) and 'the sun' (more of the Drama kid nonsense) and the humming 'angels' (I guess that'd be audience, yes?). In that conflict I but stayed there watching the night sky, never joining it.