• In a dazed trance,
    I look up to the clouds and smile.
    A lot of things are clearer now,
    but I am never in the mood to ponder them.
    I know I shouldn't worry anymore,
    because these wings on my head will protect me.

    But despite all of those wonderful prospects,
    Some thing has gone horribly wrong.
    I stopped caring about my diner,
    or my friends, my music, or my life.
    All I desire is to float around.
    On these head wings of mine.

    If I think rather hard, and ignore all these callings,
    These unnatural erdges that suduce me from me,
    I can dimly remember a time without wings,
    with out callings,wings, or clawed feet.
    I was a neko, with a tail and ears.
    I was a human, but with my furred tail and ears.
    I was a gaian, unlike any other gaian.
    But I was me.

    I want truely and deeply
    to be that person again.
    But as long as I be,
    I am no longer me.
    These horrible callings,
    make me some thing else.
    I don't understand
    what I am.

    I yearn to be some one,
    while not what I was,
    but not what I am becoming.
    I start controlling these tuggings,
    and I will begin anew.
    I will sculpt myself,
    into what I want to be.

    My body remains motionless,
    as my mind becomes blank.
    And I no longer see,
    the meadow that sleeps.
    I start building again,
    on entirely stable foundations.
    And as I build,
    I choose who I will be.

    Will I be hopeful?
    Optimistic?
    Brave?
    Will I be desperate?
    Pesimistic?
    Acidic?
    Will I be cruel,
    or harmful,
    or inhuman?
    Will I kill others,
    with no guilt nor any shame?

    I ponder these questions,
    and all the posibilities.
    I come to a conclusion,
    and set my work into motion.

    I am a fighter, an angel in human gise.
    I am a warrior, with wings,shield, and sword.
    I am a hero, within my own right.
    No one can change that.
    For that is who I am.