Array ( [sid] => 163553 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => The Wings of Imagination [time] => 2010-12-05 04:29:11 [hometext] => Who really is in control of your imagination? Do you control your imagination, or does your imagination, at times, control you? [bodytext] => Were I to be given wings for a day, I would fly in the sky
not like all the other birds, I would fly way up high
with nothing to stop me, and the winds on my side
a chance to fulfill my dreams, I would now not hide

These beautiful soft clouds, through which I now fly
reminded me of this divine solitude, and a low cry
with plan and purpose, I thought my trip to make
but with the rising sun, I saw it was but a mistake

The heavens are His heavens, created for His sake
but the earth, to His creations, he let them take
even though way up high, that glorious bright light did shine
It was premature to traverse His domain, while not yet mine

Human spirit lets us imagine, the things we can do
but even an imagination, at times, we must subdue
our years in this world, no one really can know
accepting our limitations, seems the sensible way to go

If a healthy mind and spirit, you desire to hold
no question, surely more valuable than money or gold
the path toward its attainment is by finding the right way
by reigning over this, your imagination, long after today

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The Wings of Imagination
Date: Sunday, 5th December 2010 @ 04:29:11 AM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: 2bpositive
Were I to be given wings for a day, I would fly in the sky
not like all the other birds, I would fly way up high
with nothing to stop me, and the winds on my side
a chance to fulfill my dreams, I would now not hide

These beautiful soft clouds, through which I now fly
reminded me of this divine solitude, and a low cry
with plan and purpose, I thought my trip to make
but with the rising sun, I saw it was but a mistake

The heavens are His heavens, created for His sake
but the earth, to His creations, he let them take
even though way up high, that glorious bright light did shine
It was premature to traverse His domain, while not yet mine

Human spirit lets us imagine, the things we can do
but even an imagination, at times, we must subdue
our years in this world, no one really can know
accepting our limitations, seems the sensible way to go

If a healthy mind and spirit, you desire to hold
no question, surely more valuable than money or gold
the path toward its attainment is by finding the right way
by reigning over this, your imagination, long after today



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