Poetry – Day 5

Flight Time

Early morning laying in bed
Not really motivated to start the day
Outside the window I hear the ducks
They fly over in the same v-shaped pattern like clockwork
I often ponder where exactly they go
My curiosity leads me to take a peek between the closed blinds
I study the charcoal grey sky
My gaze goes from a peek to zone
My conscious mind remembers nothing
I wonder where I went
Perhaps I was with the ducks
Doesn’t really matter now
I gotta make move
Put one foot in front of the other since I don’t have wings
I have to participate in the reality of this dimension
I still wish I could fly though

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