Poem # 50 I concede.

Uncut dreams,
Unclipped wings,
Ready to fly,
Over the sky high.

Ain’t got no fins,
To aid me to swim;
Daring the ocean,
To match my stride.

Eyes open wide,
In a quest for truth;
River too sparse,
To quench my thirst.

Walking the mile,
To nadirs unknown,
No valley to equal,
Depth of my thoughts.

Yet, you are superior,
I don’t strive, to compete;
Need you, for my survival,
Dear cosmos, I concede.