Hope Takes Flight
You have to land sometime . . .
Once upon a time, this machine first took flight.
It actually flew through the air. Like a bird. It had wings then.
One day, years later, it landed in Kansas City, never to fly again. I doubt anyone knew it was the last landing. It just was.
This is who we are, and how we live. We remember all the firsts, but we never know when the lasts are coming.
Fly now, while you can, while your wings are still untested, but strong, and no one can convince you how impossible flight is.
How impossible life is.
How unlikely love is.
Fly.