I want to fly up into the sky,
To tie a balloon to my waist and
Watch the ground shrink as I smoothly lift into the air.
It’s freedom –
To be in the openness;
With no boundaries or constrictions.
My shoulders would stretch
To an eloquent point.
The balloon would pop but I’d still be afloat.
Like a bird –
I’d fly and fly
With no regulations or petitions.
Fly, fly flittering bird,
I shall join you soon.
Look out for me in the deep blue sky.
One day –
I will fly with you away, away;
I will pass all that’s gone and seize the day.
Friday, April 24, 2009
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