Where Are My Wings?

And where are my wings?
I swear I had them here!
I've no time to look now,
but, I'll need them soon, I will!
I can feel the marks they've left
from soaring high above the Earth.
I miss the rush the wind gave,
that bright burst of joy and cheer.

They must be here somewhere
but, I can't find them anywhere,
perhaps I'll just go out,
and find myself a new pair.
No wings? No wings!
Alas, no wings anywhere?
Whatever will I do to visit sky again?
To feel the joy of soaring...

Oh my, look at that fancy horse though!
And that shiny new bicycle.
Perhaps, while I'm here
I'll get something new after all.
My wings can wait, surely,
you see, there really is no rush.
With these fun toys
I don't even miss them much.

But time passes quickly,
as time has tendency to do.
And when you don't pay attention,
memories can go from light to shadow,
from where, they never will return.
Feelings, however, remain
and when we let them, they
come back to stir up pain.

You see, I'm not feeling well today.
It's like there's something missing.
I've racked my brain and tried all things
but can't seem to remember anything.
Perhaps I'll rest or take some pills
Tomorrow will be new
but still I feel as if there was
something important I needed to do.

What are those you ask?
Those things back there?
Actually, I'm not sure if I recall,
They've always been there
Getting smaller as I,
grow gray and older and older.
But they serve no use at all
I think they're marks from birth.