When little Mike was only four years old
he leapt from the rooftop, trying to fly;
and for a while hung cloud-like in the sky
(impossible, but he'd never been told)--
His parents saw him floating near the roof
and shouted, terrified, "It can't be done!"
Poor Mike believed them (he was a good son)
and crashed down like a stone, as though in proof.
We're taught this from a very early age
by well-meaning adults, who clip our wings;
who mistake fear for safety, words for things;
who cannot see the outside of the cage--
Who've forgotten what children always know:
the trick to flying is the letting go.
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