Like any normal person, playing in the sun.
I wake up feeling stiff and sore,
And for a moment I believe it’s nothing more
Than all that running from last night.
Then I notice my body doesn’t work right.
I’m okay with never walking for real.
There is so much more to life, I feel.
My chair is my wings and it lets me fly
But there is something that I can’t get by.
Why is it that people can’t seem to see
My wheelchair is only a small part of me?