I asked my father if I could swim,
and he said that I would drown.
The Sea would imprison me – he said
if my feet had left the ground.
So I walked out to the water,
and cried out – "How ’bout now?"
He said, "A little bit further,
and then you’ll leave the ground."
I stepped on sand then stone,
from hollow ground to sturdy.
The sky was at my level as I
gazed at the birdie.
The Sea brought me a new idea,
the urge to flee to the high.
I asked my Father if I could fly,
and he said, "Sure, go ahead and try."
I jumped as high as I could.
Still, I landed on the ground.
I saw my Father pull on a chain,
then I knew that I was bound.
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