If I woke up with wings for arms
Woke up with wings for arms?
Hallelujah!
My dream of being a peregrine falcon like Jake in the next life would have been realised even before I have to join the judgement day logologo line.
I would fly, oh I hope the morning sun would just be peaking from behind the clouds.
I hope the morning chill is the sort that does not cling like gum to your shoes' soles.
I would feel all warm and simple in the way I imagine birds smile. With wings and bright eyes.
I would throw out all modesty and revel in the beauty of my wings, in the strength in my speed, my talons superpowers would surely be on display for all to see.