Wingless.......

“There are two lasting bequests we can give our children: One is roots, the other is wings.”

I have always loved the feeling of being suspended in mid air.... to able to fly and continue gliding... i wanna do that.....

But today my "roots" are asking me a pay a price for having enjoyed them... The least expectation they have is, my "wings"... and today that was made quite clear to me.....

Would i try to fly, up into the sky....
Or would "their" fears of the past and the future stop me from even trying an attempt and make me continue to look up and give a sigh........
Or am i gonna "stretch" myself as much as i will myself to, between the roots and the sky , singing like Dorothy in "The Wizard of Oz"

Somewhere, over the rainbow, way up high.

There's a land that I heard of once in a lullaby.

Somewhere, over the rainbow, skies are blue.

And the dreams that you dare to dream really do come true.

Someday I'll wish upon a star and wake up where the clouds are far behind me.

Where troubles melt like lemon drops way above the chimney tops.

That's where you'll find me...

Somewhere, over the rainbow, bluebirds fly.

Birds fly over the rainbow,

Why then - oh, why can't I?

If happy little bluebirds fly beyond the rainbow,

Why, oh, why can't I?