Take Off: A Short Poem

I always wondered about magic,

Of powers that could make me fly.

But as I grew and faced the tragic,

I became grounded and began to cry.

As naive I had many wishes

I prayed all to be true

With my hand folded innocently

I hoped to make it through

I was in torment facing the falsity

I realized this isn't a fairy tale

If I do not tussle with myself

Then I would patently fail.

Today I am clever enough to evince,

My dear older self to remember.

Patience will always be salient,

Whatever happens, just don't surrender.

I'm learning from my fallacy, 

Penning my own prodigious book

To entice the world along with me

So that they'll know where to look.

I am writing how to build a plane

That would take us far too close

To the places, we wish when we pray

Being the ones to fulfill those

Follow the wise or fly your own,

Destiny would still be the same. 

This way or the other doesn't matter

You'll eventually finish this game.

For years I have been grounded

Its time to snap that thread

Let me take off with the full throttle

And complete my voyage ahead.