I mean to fly Poem, by poetic_person, at My poetic side

We are loosing

We are loosing.

Things were going right

We were doing fine

We were a good pile of books

We were a compact cluster of stars

We were heading east

To meet the sun in it's rising.

I see it now, I do

The bridge's height is just fine

I throw a pebble down

To see how smashed it is

By the bridge's height.

I will be fine.

I will be fine all alone.

I will be like a star

Far away. Out of reach. A star.

We used to love them, stars

We were so fond of all the stars.

I don't mean to jump.

I wouldn't jump, who would ever jump?

I still have books to read

And sleeps to sleep

And things to see.

And things to see

Lots of things to see.

I am too young to die

I mean to try and fly..

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