In my dreams I can fly
Above trees, or
Below powerlines.
In my dreams nobody cares
That I soar
Above the madding crowd.
Down here amongst it
Things are different
People care how high you fly.
Shudder the tall poppy,
Watch your back
The high flyer.
I wonder if we all flew
High or low
Would the walker be envied?
Nothing to fall from.
No need to be guarded.
Casually moving forward.
I will fly in my dreams.
In the privacy of my mind.
And judge nobody.

Fantastic poetry
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Thank you Leyla π
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“The nail that sticks out gets hammered down”
Excellent writing. strong moral.
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I like that π Thank you Lucia
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