Wings

I fly with wings because I'm cautious

I fly with wings because I'm not that naive

I fly with wings because I'm too weak to bear my own burden

I fly with wings because I'm fully aware my safety net is absent

I fly with wings because 

it's the only thing that lifts me higher

I fly with wings because

 it's the only thing that makes me aim higher

I fly with wings because it's the only

 thing that makes a poet write more than the desire

I fly with wings because it's the only thing 

that knows my destination more than my intention

I fly with wings because it's the only reason 

I could still look up to you

I fly with wings because it's the only reason

 I get up when I almost give in

I fly with wings because it's the only reason

 I interpret sincerety

I fly with wings because it's the only reason 

I rely on truth

Until I reach your sanctuary of mind
This I will keep flying with these wings

Without them I am lost in confusion

These wings, 

they transfigured my curiosity into peace