Picture a young woman on one of those big-city skyscraper balcony railings, leaning over it and gazing up at the sky, as if to put every last inch between her and the city she's thrown her dreams at.
Her name is Danny.
danny turns her cheek into the wind
and she closes her eyes and imagines she's a bird
gliding and riding the warm soothing currents of the air
high enough above the streets she now lives in
that the buildings are just place markers
and the people below her scurry about
like harmless friendly insects
interesting, interested, and alive
danny turns her dreams into the wind
and she closes her eyes and tries to remember her home
her mother and the others that she thought she could leave behind her
to travel to this city that she now hides from
with her family distant memories
while the people there with her scurry about
and jostle and scowl and ignore
distasteful, distrustful, and aloof
and like the birds she borrows from the freedom of the wind
and like the birds she soars above the city that she now calls home
trying to remember that this isn't how it's always been
trying to discover once again the place that dreams come from
and calls back to the birds that call to her
and remembers better days that never were
danny turns her steps into the wind
and she sighs and whispers how did it come to this
regretting and forgetting the dreams that now seem so far away
weeping for the innocence that led her to come
here to this sad earthbound place
where the people around her scurry about
like rats with their teeth sharpened
surrounded, surrendered, and alone
and like the birds she borrows from the freedom of the wind
and like the birds she soars above the city that she now calls home
trying to remember that this isn't how it's always been
trying to discover once again the place that dreams come from
and calls back to the birds that call to her
and remembers better days that never were
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