Aviation

The sky is no limit,
The world is only an exit,
An idea every minute,
Every thought is legit,
My life was given,
It was never a mimic,
My pen is driven,
To prove I am no gimmick,
From my dream I was exiled,
But I gave up being a peasant,
To  my pen I reconciled,
And I give you my present.

A pen that is wingless,
Paper that is blank,
Shot at the dark for the sinless,
But a blank has no rank,
Need powder for the fire,
Need a sharpened edge,
No fear for what’s dire,
Will to cross the ledge.