open air

few people step out into open air

ride your thermals like a swan of the sky


in open air

with no place to land

no place to rest

float forever

in open air

don’t be driven by a motor

burning toxic exhaust

don’t steal someone else’s fuel

the ground belongs to those who are rooted in it

taller than some

shorter than others

Fly above lonely trees

unpleasant seas

hostile cliffs

with dead drops

You see the sun

and shoot right through

a beam of light

a whistling swan

feathers that fly with faith in them


to those who don’t have enough

an engine has to land some day

it needs a runway

to take off

it needs

it needs

it needs

all we need

is open air.


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