Born to imagine the world their way. Nudging me closer to the edge. Im ready to fly, wings forced to spread. No place to step, nor handle to hold. Only time and space as life unfolds. Distant noises and flashes of light. Oh time it flies from morning to night. Falling to grace instead of to fear. Pursuing your calling and not my career. Safe and sound was never meant to be home. White picket fence but created to roam.