So I ask you,
What's wrong with me?
I am like a bird,
set free to fly,
and roam the universe.
My wings spread out,
face upward towards the heavens.
I want to soar,
to reach great heights,
dance with wind that caresses the clouds,
across the seas, over mountains,
I want to soar.
Yet,
I am still here,
spread out but,
not flying!!
So, I ask you;
What's wrong with me?
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