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Flight
As a child I knew I could fly
and that my world
was not just sand, sea and sky.Something within me wanted to be free
of man-made time and man-made destiny.I somehow knew my body was not me
and that my life is part of eternity,
but as my body grew accustomed to its toil
I became increasingly fettered to the soil,
and in man-made time I soon forgot
that which I am,
and embraced that which I am not.
Thus, as a spirit,
am I doomed to roam this universe
in search of home? -
