My old Canon ;)
Flight … I see from above, and curious little beings, always in a rush looking forsomething more. Flight … I see and gliding as you kill, steal, rape. Flight … andenriched as you see my flight, and you die of hunger and thirst. Flight … I see from up here and there small beings with your pain and your misery. Flight … and fly high in the sky Thank God for creating me eagle.
But every story has the same illusion, its conclusion,
sin and believe it was a normal story special.
Now time will wear and it crushes every passing day running
seems almost ironic that scrutinize and look at us mockingly.
And indeed we are no longer heroes ready to deal with each undertaking;
we are like two leaves clinging to a branch to hold.
I gave up too easily with people. If they do not call, if not then try it myself. It’s not fair to blame them when I call it myself. I just feel so guilty. I have a lot of resentment for his old friends for letting me go without a fight. I just want someone to call in and say ”I miss you, how are you?”. I just want to call someone and say ”I miss you, I’m sorry.” I want to be brave enough to stay in one place.
If you love someone let him free
But I‘ve never believed in that phrase. I believe that Richard Bach wrote it when he had just let slip a piece of his soul, a piece that would complete, I think he was looking for a way to justify. One way to say “Hey, I did it for his own good.”
If he comes back to you, will always be yours, otherwise it never was.
When he wrote this, but perhaps he had returned to what had disintegrated, that hadtorn apart.
But in my opinion … not everything is persempre. Dunno, this is my opinion, does not matter much but it’s my opinion.