When someday I fly

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