Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Flying Solo

It ain’t easy to get back
Control once auto pilot quits
You get so used to other people
Steering you places
Even if they are the wrong places
That you don’t know what to do
When they let you go
They want you to crash and burn
And get more than a little peeved
When you cling to their tail feathers
With the vain hope they won’t
Let both of you fail,
But such desperate moves comes
With a price
A nausea neither one of you
Quiet recover from
As both commit unforgivable sins
In the attempt to force the other
To let go
Eventually you both do,
Learning finally what if feels like
To fly solo.

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