I want to fly.
I really want to
Because I have never done
Nor dreamt of it before
I want to see people from the far away
Where the sky reach its height
Hanging on the door of the no-limits
I would see how small people look
From the place where only few took
I could throw a stone
From where I’m hanging on
It might look like a small spot moving downward
But it’s a deadly one
The acceleration would hit the ground with gravity’s help
When I fly
I would learn that the sky-high are nothing more than their construction of ego
When I fly
I would see them dying of flood
Flood of their own blood
Blood of the food
Food of the untold
When I fly
Everything would be unfold
