Wing It

Writing in pen because we don't have pencils
Free handing life because we weren't given stencils
Brainwaves tangle, thoughts are mangled
Like four left feet trying to tango
When life gives you mangos, make a smoothie
Series of cliffhangers, make a movie
Play a symphony with the notes all jumbled
Sing an opera with the words all mumbled
Drive 1,000 miles on an empty tank of gas
Become a professor without taking a class
Do the impossible, read the next page
Scale a cliff and take the stage
We're all in this thing together
Come blue skies or stormy weather
We're all just humans trying to be birds
"Wing it" because life depends on rising above words.
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