Up so high
Yet the turbulence destroys me.
The feeling that I have a place in this world
All rushes by me with the winds as they
Clip my wings.
Is a matter of whether or not you
Or if you can
Long enough for you to
And for this dove,
The winds are too rough for I,
The competition too solid for me,
And the challenges too rough for myself.
Sensitivity serves you not in a
Where all you can do is either