There is a mind
that truly wanders.
He wishes to conquer
the whole wide world.
He enters a soul,
he commands himself.
He builds his wings,
he wants to fly.

Every morning,
every evening,
the sky is his.
He truly wanders,
he conquers the world.

He is a mind who thinks
and a soul who feels.

Every hour,
every minute,
no time is wasted.

He is a mind who knows
and a soul who cares.



About chester maynes

poet, and a lover of music and books.
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4 Responses to Fly

  1. You are an amazing poet!

  2. I really like your post,maybe someday you will be the best writer ever

    • Oh, that would be the greatest dream coming true. Thanks anyway by liking my poems! I don’t know how to handle being the best writer ever, but do you really believe that? 🙂

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