Why Do You Fly? VERSION 2

This is a rhyming and better-flowing version of my previous 'Why Do You Fly?' poem.

Why Do You Fly?

Why do you fly?

Do you not realize what that does

To reach out and touch the sky

And claim you rose above?

You say you are so great,

Big and tall and strong

But with this dream, you have weakened

And your life is a hollow song

For now we are greater than you

Oh flier of skies,

For we have no limits,

Other than our minds

With this dream you hold,

You will question every choice

Contemplating its probability

While silencing your voice

You may talk how you wish,

And act how you may,

But you are no different,

No matter what words you can say

Does one side of a coin

Think itself better than the other?

No, for the coins are equal,

In both purpose and of measure

So tell me why you wish to fly?

It is only limiting what you do.

Or am I blind to something greater?

Something more than me or you

Is this dream your security?

That without these limits,

You no longer feel a purpose

And your progress begins to cease?

Then you are mistaken,

And have measured your life all wrong.

Your dreams are only guides

But these limits blur the lines

Progress is not measured by reaching your limits

And surpassing them has no effect

For once you pass your limits,

What will be your purpose then?

Surpassing yourself is moot,

And results in a hollow fade

but surpassing limits placed by others

Is how progress shall be made

You have limited yourself to the sky,

But I have your limits higher

Your potential exceeds your wildest dreams

Yet you think it is an impossible feat

I saw you grow,

And I crafted who you are.

I molded you into who you were

And tried to guide you for who you'd be

You can call me what you wish

I go by many names,

Whether it be God, mother, father, brother or sister

I am all of them, can't you see?

We are all the same, in a sense

As we want to see you grow

But these limits you have set,

Deny your predestined glow

So do not fly,

Do not even dream of it,

Because once you fly too high

You will doubt you can go higher

So, what is your answer, my friend?

Why do you wish to fly?

Is it so you feel a purpose?

A way to live before you die?

There is not a single answer

One being right or wrong,

But there is your answer,

Which is all that matters to me.

Author's Note

The first version is located here: http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Apebble/1229895/

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