How does it feel to be held at the high standards of the Eagle?
Is it scary being at heights never accomplished by the great majority?
How does it feel to speak on what you see from above to someone who never left the ground?
I feel alone soaring high above the clouds without an Eagle next to me
I feel afraid being the only one from my nest who can fly as high I can
I'm nervous of my first true flight
The flight where it's me against the world,Where the sky is the limit
Yet my focus is on the crash landing I'm trying to prevent
I feel disconnected from the animals of the land
But can I truely be upset for serving as what I am?
Can I blame the animals of the land for stayin on the land?
For, being who they are?
Or am I to blame for leaving them and being myself?
For, stepping away from the land to serve a better purpose?
No one can be to blame
Everyone is who they are how different that may be
But those differences are what make us unique
I can't blame a dog for barking nor a fish for swimming
I failed to realize I AM AN EAGLE
My normalities aren't there's
Thus them not able to comprehend my flight patterns
There is a reason why we as Eagles soar higher then the rest
Meant to exceed all expectation no matter what
Why was an Eagle given wings?
This begins where they start
At the bottom Among all
Once his flight is enabled he will no longer be satisfied of what the bottom as to offer
Higher and higher he goes
Yet an Eagle isn't meant to stay at the top
It is meant to only go to these heights To anchor the rest into the clouds
To Feed the young and nurse the sick
An Eagle was given wings to help others fly
Not to fly alone but have a flock to share the skies with
The sky was once empty for a reason
To be filled with only those who dare to test its limits