Time to come down, set my feet back on the ground. There's only so high, I want to fly. I flew up high enough, to make myself tough.
While I was soaring, there was quite a bit I was ignoring. Never do I want to be so high, where truth and common sense does not apply. Where love and respect, become something I reject. Where arrogancy and self-sublime, become a felony crime.
Now I know why, stupids and arrogants fly. It's super nice to be way up, even when your mind is corrupt. Being up flying around, beats crashing to the ground. But I can't be a phony flyer, only a truth admirer.
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The captivating music of birds and the enchanting beauty of roses have, each in their own right, inspired people around the world for as long as anyone can remember. How the two combine with the challenges faced by a struggling writer in Georgia to c
take truth with ya along for the ride
will open up new doors and things
in flight, you are most always right!;-)
Eileen
(((HUGS))) and much love, your friend in tx., karen lynn. :D
only a truth admirer.
I guess we all have to come back down to earth once in awhile for a reality check.