Wings

There you are, standing, your feet stuck in the mud again.  You feel the helpless, hopeless, burden of immobility.  Stretching and reaching above and beyond yourself you strive to achieve the seemingly impossible summit.  Sorrowful battlefields will be conquered from atop the higher ground.  Above gloomy clouds, pivoting on a point of great happiness, you will be able to observe past, present and future and know your divine destination.  Forget what you know and feel and free yourself for once.  Find that small seed of faith and toss yourself into the wind.