Ever On the Wing, pt. II

Called to be a soldier-king

Called to romanticize everything

From childhood on to elder spring

From alluvial dreams to supernova after-glowing

Called to not know where I stand

Called to see beyond the borderland

From a racing pulse when I fly unmanned

From a gratuitous smile when I crash land

Yet here I see all that I am

Compared to all that life could bring

It turns out I am but a dram

‘Tis only my heart on the wing

 

A continuation of Ever On the Wing.
Proclivity