We all have wings
But some of us don’t know why
I am merely the beginning. There are so many more of me. Some of us are asleep. Some of us may as well be asleep, because they have forgotten. And most disheartening, many abandoned this mission long, long ago.
I am merely part of the Whole. The way is clear, even if I am not.
And if I have lost my wings, at least I know why.
Perhaps it is as a beautiful soul once suggested: Our wings are in place just simply not visible to our glass-and-grit-filled, foggy, human eyes.