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, Son, 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, Son – go 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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