From the day you swept clouds with your masterous wings
I soar with you.
Remembering the days when we were still bound to branches
but we broke to dependency.
And now the wind determines our future goals
Although we are free,
we know we always have to live on the gifts of the wind
Strong waves chase us into shelter
Migration of prey changes us into hunters
We know too much prey is no good thing at all
It makes choices harder and consequences tougher
Missing one prey leads to departure of the whole flock
Isn't it better just to grab randomly
Or is real strategy required?
Much to learn, although we are already soaring
Adult age does not guarantee life success
Many factors need to fall into place together
Between my feathers life lessons are resting
Every time I make a mistake
They whisper their mantras with the voice of the trees
Now I stay close to the nest where I thought I learnt to fly
However, flying in a warm summer breeze
differs completely from the winter circumstances.
I recognise my need for another tutor
My skills remain hidden in mist
Although my heart beats faster in the prospect of an outdoor life,
my brain keeps reminding me of my weakness.
The only thing I can do now is become fit
Gain more physical knowledge and search for my boundaries
Only if I know myself truely
I can continue my search for destiny.