The wheel of life

It was his turn to fly
In this round of life, it was he who had places to go to, dreams to fight for, responsibilities
It was he who had to leave
and I understand, I do
I cannot be as hypocritical as to forget that I have flown so much before
When the winds just went another way
When staying became stale
When I realized this was not where I wanted to be
When my mind tricked me
When another soul swept me - for a while
I would stand on the ledge of a balcony, take a deep breath, and plunge into the unknown
and of course I fell sometimes
of course no flyer makes it the first time
I - as he does now -
fell right back into the arms of the home maker of my cage
You see we've been taking turns fluttering for a while now
Contemplating, practicing, searching for an escape route away from here
Sure, my style is different
And yes, I usually take off with less damage left behind
But he's not me, and at the end of the day;
Flying is still leaving, no matter....

Separately;
What a relief to not be the one to have to find the winds to carry me