Sometimes in my dreams I fly,
Over decades of visited places…
Daring to land on occasion
To glance at familiar faces…
Sometimes I fly over favorite pets,
Raising altitude over pain and regrets.
Often I hover over the losses,
That once were my best bets.
The mind won’t deny the bedridden,
To rise from their shackles and fly,
Everyone has the right to explore,
The world once more ‘fore they die.
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