Step lightly on to my soul
Boundaries mark the line
But wern't you meant to climb walls?
Just like we all learnt years back.
Come forth
Cross
Strip the leash
Strip your mask
Scrape your elbow
Just like we all did years back.
Reach out like a child does
Chubby fat feet on fragile egos
Life maybe a barbed wire
Its the feathers which give you flight.
Boundaries mark the line
But wern't you meant to climb walls?
Just like we all learnt years back.
Come forth
Cross
Strip the leash
Strip your mask
Scrape your elbow
Just like we all did years back.
Reach out like a child does
Chubby fat feet on fragile egos
Life maybe a barbed wire
Its the feathers which give you flight.
Part of Jan'15 WriteAlm prompts : Today's Prompt - Feather
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