I am just a man. There have been good times and bad.
The world is fucked. It can be fixed yet I know I don't have the power.
Then. I grew wings. Flew. Was free. Maybe I was something!
I was not alone. I was not the only one. Many others grew wings.
Yet, if I act first to fix this world... am I special? Or...
I am I just doing what everyone would do if they had the power?
