The Caring Few

Wings, I always look for the wings, you answered the question I never clearly voiced; fine fur and wicked wings, you said, with a wink and a smile; but they all shun me, I tried but your eyes told me to try another time, to find another light to guide me through the night. Wings, you said, and a pretty smile: a pretty face in the right place, a pair of lips and decent hips, kiss her and you’ll know, and watch out for … you know. Wings, you said, to lift you and to … ah gawd knows why they have the wings and we do not … go beyond the earthbound realm, to seek the light wherever … and so on and so forth … Do you get it son, it’s up to you to find and forsake, to pursue and partake, to be the instigator of your life.