I once had a thought, a thought like no other it drifted and twirled like a bright new dove feather I followed it in my mind as it twirled all around, twisting and turning as it fell to the ground. Twisting and turning, I think to myself. Almost in agony as it flies ever down. To think, once it lands it shall never fly again. Its last voyage down to the depths far below, to the ground everlasting, held firm ever more. I believe I'd be in agony, to never be free. Held down to this world out of fear for the end. Perhaps, yes I think so, I'll help that dove feather. Catch it as it flies, bring it back to the sky. One last chance to watch the world tumble up. Leaning over the side, looking all the way down, watching the feather as it dies to the ground. Another thought drifts on by, my freedom incarnate. I'll let go of my fear, spread my wings, and fly: to the ground.