Wings
In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings
Fly high over misty horizons to experience new tunes on violins
Soak in eternal springs, capture exploding sunsets
Relish the dew of morning strolls sidestepping silhouettes
In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings
Feel liberated from social convention to do our own things
Barefoot dancing on fields of golden paradise
Myriads of eclectic flavours to consume and entice
In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings
Escape normality, anxiety and all the stress it brings
Caress romantic cultures, smile with soulful strangers
Marvel at music and songs from choirs of angels.
In hazy distant times when we could flutter our wings
Venture beyond garden fences where so called life begins
I dreamt this technicolour fantasy could be forever sipped
But is life more fulfilling now our wings have been clipped?
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