A pair of Wings.....

Walking in circles, making concentric rings
People and places, and a myriad different things
Each relation comes with it's own set of strings
This time I want a pair of wings.

Under a starry sky, I sit alone by the ocean
The distant horizon is but a notion
I want to cross over, see what the other side brings
All I want is a pair of wings.

I want to wake up in the morning without a worry
I want to relish each moment, not live it in a hurry
I want to resonate with the lark that sings
This time I want a pair of wings.