One Who Dares To Be The Maverick

The art of flying low... Keeps the wings of one, From becoming emotionally attached. And scratches received, Aren't cut deep to bleed. A healing perceived... And done, Continues in a flight undetected. One can land or choose to soar. As long as the height of one's flight... Is accepted as a temporary blindness, That can be easily excused... With a taste for nonconformity, Expected. And this is overlooked, By those unaccustomed... To take anyone serious enough, To fly as high as they wish... Without attracting attention, To the ease of it! Keeping such missions successfully gained. And maintained... With patience, By the one who dares to be the maverick!