Less than half an hour ago
I was a giant stepping over forests
Passing a mile every step
Hundreds of thousands of creatures
Looking up at me in marvel
As I towered over them
Less than half an hour ago
I was Captain Cooke
Trekking through arctic wastes
Leaning into the wind
Bitter icy blasts tearing at my cheeks
And tearing up my eyes
Less than half an hour ago
I was a miniscule speck of dust
Pushed every way
With no hope of control
Small enough not to matter
Small enough to fly free
Less than half an hour ago
I journeyed out of here
Flying though not aloft
Silent conversations rampant
Wintry streets bombarding senses
Frigid winds recharge the soul
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