My Wings

Only my wings can take me where I want to go,
to explore the unexplored,
to rest in the familiar.

With my wings I can follow you,
fly beside you,
or take a path of my own.

With your wings you can follow me,
fly beside me,
or take a path of your own.

If our wings would collide,
the moment our feathers interlocked
we would start falling in an uncontrolled fusion.
My wings, your wings.
Only separate we can soar together.

My wings, my power, my will.
My dreams.
I spread my wings and ... go.