Flight

Last time i flew from here
My wings were made of glass
And shattered upon the landing

I've tried to fly on borrowed wings
But can never go beyond the rope
That attaches them to their owner

Also, wings made of my own flesh
I still wear the scars
From when they were ripped off

So perhaps next I will use wings
Made of naught but will
And so if I land, it will be my own fault