Unsung

If I fly, I’ll leave footprints on clouds. It will give me a fleeting satisfaction of a task well done, till someone else rewrites history and presents a different picture.

Do I take this flight, or chart a different path – solo, undirected? The door of the cage is open. It is only a matter of time, before I start humming my own tunes, or die unsung.

music of rebellion

knows how the best songs end there

blue expanse unlimited

shackles initiative

 

What do you see by Helene Vaillant

 

10 thoughts on “Unsung

  1. Love the way you positioned the cage of the door as opened, poised at the moment of choice. Go it solo, but know that it is fleeting, temporary, and all our flights overwritten.

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