These wings that I unfold to this world.
Are they for giving life or harboring death?
These same wings that reached to the heavens, has reached to the many hells and knows all to well of suffering to maintain peace.
When I flap these wings, what winds will be stirred?
A gentle breeze that passes you by on a hot day or a hurricane that brings destruction to anything in its path.
To have these wings makes me wonder if there is a right or wrong.
All which are made by the human mind has chained the very wings I unfold.
To break these chains means I disregard what others perceive and do it for the greater good of humanity.
By doing so I become Jupiter, by doing so I become free.
So I sit here and unfold these wings.
Only to wait for the chance to fly.