Disguise

The air feels heavy,
Listless and weary are the wings
It’s time to touch the ground
You can hear them approaching,
They come bearing gifts
Fake smiles and false promises
Wrapped in green
You nod and you smile,
Shake a hand or two
The ladder is tempting,
But how would you climb
When something inside you constantly hungers,
For the sky, the clouds, and the smell of home

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