THE LAST FLIGHT

The Last Flight  .....

I travel past the august sky,

High, so very high ..

My wings are long and  beautiful,

My legs are strong.

My accent has been phenomenal,

Which For years I have bourne .

I look left , I look right

I look ahead to the extent of my sight .

I see the color orange and white

I tread fast on my wings I skip on my flight

I have to reach a warm place before its night

As I fly ,

Across the fields , scattered and dry ,

To think I try,

My flock that left me

When I chose to fly

 in this direction I already know, why ?

they made sounds,

flapped their wings ahead trying to stop

but I was stubborn ,

this plan I cannot drop.

I know this way ,

I know how to reach the bay

Jealous they are maybe ,

Let them be away ,

I look left , I look right

I look ahead to the extent of my sight .

I see the color orange and white

I tread fast on my wings I skip on my flight

Not a soul I can see in the sky

Even the vultures that tread the horizon,

Stood down below , I don’t know why

I get a bit morbid , I don’t know why

Further ahead as I fly ,

My legs start paining,

The beautiful wings cant hold me stable

A wind gushes in , I lose control

I try to hold on, I fail.

I can see a storm heading this way

My legs are jinxed ,  my wings are torn,

I get angry, I get tensed, I frown

the dust and the wind slowly

throw me down,

As I lay dying ,

The orange sky looks like a crown,

I left the fleet ,

Now alone I go down

Perhaps I did not see the evident

The storm that was coming ,

That eventually took me down

I knew the direction

My legs were strong

My wings were beautiful

My flight was on song

The fleet tried to tell me though that I was wrong

They made sounds,

flapped their wings ahead trying to stop

but I was stubborn ,

this plan I cannot drop.

I thought I knew  this way ,

I thought I knew  how to reach the bay

And not Jealous they were, but trying to guide

My ego today took my life .