only the pure of heart
can fly over the seas,
on wings of fearlessness
with courage for a breeze.
for they have something
we all go without.
where they have faith,
we have doubt.
a little nugget in our head,
screaming "no, you can't."
impossible is just a seed
growing into a full-fledged plant.
this attitude keeps you grounded,
forever attached to the floor.
if only you learned to let go,
then you, too, could someday soar.
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