Your World Your world is as big as you make it. I know, for I used to abide In the narrowest corner, My wings pressing close to my side. But I sighted the distant horizon Where the skyline encircled the sea And I throbbed with a burning desire To travel this immensity. I battered the cordons around me And cradled my wings on the breeze, Then soared to the uttermost reaches With rapture, with power, with ease!
Idea The idea of this poem is that life is too short. We all have to live every moment of it because you never know when your time is going to come. You need to enjoy it and love life.