Sometimes I look out my living room window
I imagine that everything was differently bestowed
If all was though
I had never known
Anything I thought would never ever show
If anything fast
Was then made slow
How would people be
If we were like eagles
And eagles were like me
We would soar in the sky
And live a different life
And everything we thought we knew
Is different when we'd fly


Submitted: March 13, 2018

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