Don't believe what your eyes are telling you. All they show is limitation. Look with your understanding, find out what you already know, and you'll see the way to fly.
-Richard Bach
my pain is mine to do away with or bear,
who are you to claim my tears ?
who gave you the right to assail my fears ?
who gave you the nod to question my flight ?
who gave you permission to take away my kite ?
I don’t know how to fly yet,
but I will learn soon on that I can bet,
who are you to judge that I have already lost ?
who are you to instruct me what the loss will cost ?
who gave my thread into your hand ?
who said that my trail you can bend ?
I may fly slow and I may fly low,
I know that you reap only that you sow,
who are you to tell me what to sow ?
who are you to say that I can’t row ?
who asked you to teach me how to fly ?
who wants your instructions before I try ?
My friends proclaim that I will never learn if I keep on like this,
but trying, failing, trying isn’t that a bliss ?
aunt says that I will fall and break my knee,
why can’t they let me bleed and just let me be me ?
