Who dares to fathom dreaming as
Society demands we sleep quiet
Through the raging storms of countless wars
Through the bleeding of our greatest hearts
Through the boots on our chests while we struggle for breath
Through the blisters on our hands as we claw for some ledge
That we might climb, where we might find
Some solace, that we might die having seen the light
From our first sunrise
As the soul flees the chest, who dares rest
Long enough to capture the moment
Long enough to stand for something
Other than the consumption of our environment
Eroding her gifts like rivers
Digging canyons through her soft flesh
Til all we are is the space in our heads
Between humanity and the manifest
Destiny, we swallow their reasons as nested hatchlings
Each morsel hung precariously close to the edge
Between freedom and death
Who, in our hearts, travel the same path
Altered only by our willingness to spread our wings
Before we break our necks
In pursuit of the floor of our souls
In pursuit of the warmth of the sun
We must risk the cold of the night
Chance losing the fight, discovering that we might
Fail to reach the light of day
And understand, as we flee our nests
That behind our terrified gaze, lies a fate
Worse than death, that complacency is for the sick
Of heart, the nestlings that remain where they are
Indefinite, in limbo, until they find their end
Already written, when the day passes and no one comes
To feed them.
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