Those scant feathers, longing to launch,
Into the transcendent sky.
Pondering how it would feel,
Demolishing his crude seal.

Discontent, again and again,
Voices claiming, there's naught to claim.
But for him, that's not how it seemed,
For he had to fulfill his dream.

Regardless of how deep into,
The gloomy abyss he went.
Even with his heart covered in scars,
He would always bandage his dent.

The celestial sky, he aimed for.
He longed for belief and love,
But his companions were sour,
Telling him, he is not enough.

After ages of obstacles,
And ever-lasting criticism,
One who should've been cynical,
Is whole-heartedly biblical.

On an extremely stormy dawn,
He arrives at the longed-for sky.
He spreads his wings, no restrictions,
Up so high, no jurisdictions.

Flying across the ocean,
The mythical and mighty lands.
His encouraging emotions,
They contently expand.

Up above, in the mystical,
He perceives something, quite obvious.
Once you reach the unbounded height,
You must, inevitably, fall.

With his feather destabilized,
And spirit at extended peace.
He descends into his,
Long, forgotten, abyss.