The aril of my heart is thicker than I bargained
Compromise is a thing that grows in the absence of faith
Not everything is magic
And running of a cliff and thinking I can fly would be silly
But then how did the first pilot imagine he would ever become airborne?
Revving and bumping down the track
Suddenly feeling his wheels lift
The fragile plane rock
And all the while his heart would be beating so fast
So fast
But he didn’t ask for compromise
Because that is not what flying is about
This post was scheduled for before the AI one – I wrote both on the same day. One in the early afternoon and the other much later. It’s funny the different slants a bit of fun will put on your day.
