
That alone
You needn't be wings to me
Nor an engine filled with fuel.
To soar high means
To make a deep depth
To tread miles means
To convince that it's away.
If you collapse
Dry up
The depth will look at me
Opening up its mouth.
It will laugh at my
Stunted Posture.
But your impulse to sprout
The urge to leap
Is what's needed.
That alone will do.