Woe is me to be wingless in the limitless skies
What are those, you ask
Nothing but a burden, I answer
Illusion of a weightless soar
Keeps me grounded
Peeks in my vision intangable
Then I forget, I fall, I remember
What are those, you ask
Nothing but a jester on my back, I answer
With a little dance of foolery
Steals my heart
Then I forget, I fall, I remember
Why I plummet in the limitless skies.

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Wanted to play around and with that came some thoughts and feelings about creativity.
All in all, had fun! Ironically to the poem that came out of this.