They linger.
The lazy, the idle,
the consumed.
The please themselves--
alone.
Lying on a sofa
of perpetual fluff,
too "tired",
unwilling
to move.
They remain,
and remain--
choosing to breathe used air.
While I soar over mountains
and dive the deepest seas.
Let them linger.
I wish to Fly.
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