ever wonder how wonderful it'll be to fly?
to soar across the deep blue blue sky,
all you wish to see is the vast blueness
of the unknown and untouched wild obscureness
gently, lifting up your wings
as if your weight is flourishing
glide up and up towards the blue yonder
filling your eyes and lungs with anonymous wonder
what else can be of satisfaction?
when your intellect ringed astonishing attraction?
why seek for an ambulatory ambition?
when flying can be of an option?
they say to have faith is to have wings
just as peter pan had been conveying
if one was born without wings
do nothing to prevent them from growing