I rose like a phoenix, Leaving ashes behind.
Remnants of a life, the unfulfilled kind.
I soared through the clouds, eyed the world below.
A herding of sheep, no where to go.
I wish upon them wings, I wish them take flight.
I pray for them and hope, that they conquer their plight.
When you’re amongst the herd, blindness ensues.
Your sight is fixated, on other people’s views.
Just understand, the potential you hold, what will your memories be filled with, when you’re grey and old?