To be a lively premonition

If I could write down what I was thinking,
I'd be writing letter after letter forever.
If I could actually speak what I feel
on a daily basis, I'd be the house speaker.

If I could travel the world, I'd never
put together a permanent home.
Likewise, if I were to have wings, forever
I'd roam beyond hills and petty thrones.

All day and night you'd see me high above the coast,
I'd never land in the dirt or
ever fall flat on my face
because my feet would never touch down to earth below.

I want to always feel alive and able to enjoy
all of life's greatest rides; without ending,
no pausing, not living like a record
stuck in loops of repetitive motion.

I want to be the never-ending story though,
not for not finishing- but to keep changing
never-ending, in cases like mine, mean just
that things keep happening, not that motions be repeated.

I'll take back penmanship, write my own chapters-
not only at the end on some formal, depressing deathbed,
but in the skies among the stars
where me and my wings have always belonged.

Like my story, the skies are never-ending,
a galaxy full of opportunity lay out before me.
A wide expanse of things I've yet to do,
oh I'll never be done- I am never-ending.

There is only the next chapter,
another page yet to be turned,
another space to explore
and another new path to discover.

I am a winged masterpiece,
so glowing and so very much alive
and because it seems that this world wants me dead,
my hopes and dreams persist to keep me wired and live.

To keep my young heart beating, beating
darlings, I will keep on going and going
to the next island getaway, the next secret hideaway,
the next new land, riding the next aeroplane of destiny.

Never-ending.
Always just beginning.
So wait and breathless, watch me,
because I will forever be dancing.