i was told not to fly
gills or wings, is this the choice?
look at the splendor of both
and come to fear both
do i venture toward my greatest fear
or to my least fear?
do i find safety in the light of white
or in hiding in the dark of black?
flying fish
flying fish
flying fish
can't choose both...
behold, a flying fish
a swimming dove
will carry me from these bonds
and before i unify
this load will be light
and i will feel free to choose
to open up as a swimming dove
ashen gray darkest night and white light
shades on my face
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