Gliding through the fields,
abundant with experiences,
planted in nurtured soil,
I gaze towards the memories
from the past harvest.
Now closing my eyes,
I soar over the present,
where the wind is still,
cradling me so gently,
beneath the wings of my life.
But I lose sight of what’s ahead,
and begin to approach the future.
Stopping in mid-air,
I realize I’m not ready
to take flight just yet.
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