To Stay or Not to Stay

To stay or not to stay, that is the question-

Whether ‘tis selfish to flee once again,

So to cease suffering the demon of futility

Or to remain, hoping for an ocean of change,

And so waiting, be rewarded? But to run, fly-

And by flying, I mean to end my life here

Where each day is the same as before,

To end boredom, lazy mindless activity

And every nothingness I am pretty to? This

I so desire, dream of in twilight hours. To fly,

To spread my new wings; yet there lies danger,

For in flying free is the chance of falling,

Of my feathers melting in the sunlight

And all my growing will have been for naught,

And this makes me hesitate. Yet should I let

My wings grow rusty with misuse,

Feathers becoming dusty with apathy

And the constant wearing of Time,

No, my wings are meant to be used!

I must take the leap from the ledge

And land wherever I may, trusting

The wind that whispers to my heart.