Flight or Freedom

Here I stand,
lifting my wings, in honour,
knowing I need a doctor,
I give my astute honour
displaying my symbol of freedom
knowing it’s death I need
to do this for you.

I stand above this crowd,
for my ego, for your own light, or mine.
I can not muster the determination
in how you caught me, and where you were
when you took me in.
I can only show my brevity with bravery.