When writing this poem all I could think about was how it must have felt. What experience he had. I wanted to tell his story the way he must have seen these things through his eyes. To try and cataloger the series of evens and try and capture his attitude of it all.
Out of the darkness and into the light
I finally saw the two towers in sight
The two edifices reaching the heavens.
I cannot stop. I must go on
somehow some way I must climb,
for to walk between the towers would fulfill my dream.
1363 feet high. Quarter mile up.
A place where only the bird reign.
A place I dare to invade. To be one of them.
Only pure euphoria I now feel.
Good things come to an end.
I am brought down. Not a Free bird, but caged.
It does not matter for nothing can change the way I felt.
The day I walked the two Towers.
The two edifices reaching the heavens.
I cannot stop. I must go on
somehow some way I must climb,
for to walk between the towers would fulfill my dream.
1363 feet high. Quarter mile up.
A place where only the bird reign.
A place I dare to invade. To be one of them.
Only pure euphoria I now feel.
Good things come to an end.
I am brought down. Not a Free bird, but caged.
It does not matter for nothing can change the way I felt.
The day I walked the two Towers.
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