Oh! I have slipped the surly bonds of Earth
And danced the skies on laughter-silvered wings;
Sunward Iíve climbed and joined the tumbling mirth of sun-split clouds, Ė and done a hundred things
You have not dreamed of wheeled and soared and swung
High in the sunlit silence. Hovíring there,
Iíve chased the shouting wind along, and flung
My eager craft through footless falls of air...
Up, up the long, delirious, burning blue
Iíve topped the wind-swept heights with easy grace
Where never lark, nor eer eagle flew Ė
And, while with silent lifting mind Iíve trod
The high, untrespassed sanctity of space,
Put out my hand and touched the face of God.
"As I walked out the door toward the gate that would lead to my freedom, I knew if I didn't leave my bitterness and hatred behind I'd still be in prison."