Aethers of Divine Creation,
I wave my hands and guide them.

Deep in solemn contemplation,
I sprout these wings and hide them.

Deeply influenced by all around me,
I'd like to keep my head for once.

I'm pretty sure these final words will lay these fears to rest.
I'll let these wings let loose, let go, and carry me the best.

transmuting yourself muting yourself

I like you