All Meant to Fly

I’m locked inside a great, dark room,

There’s nothing much to see.

There’s so much that I want to do,

But it’s locked inside of me.

I want to run, I want to fight.

I want to let it go,

I want to dance, I want to climb.

But I don’t know. I just don’t know.

The world has standards, rifts, and bars.

And just one path, they say.

That’s how you really will go far,

And living day to day.

Go to high school, get a job.

And then to college come.

Start your career, keep going on,

And get life’s checklist done.

Don’t go off on crazy dreams,

They all can somehow say.

They will just end eventually,

And in a quite dull way.

The world would keep you locked inside,

Of your own great, dark room,

With failure, fears, and never tried,

Telling you just what to do.

But this is not a robot world,

And we are not its slaves.

I’m meant to be a unique girl,

Instead of white-washed graves.

We are not meant to be the same,

We’re not meant for just one path.

We’ll do it different every day,

And change the world at last.

So if I run away again,

To an unusual sort of life,

Don’t be surprised, it’s all okay,

We were all meant to fly.

 Tara J. Howard

Copyright November 2, 2014