Written: July 18, 2007
I would fly high above the crowds, soar in the vastness of the sky.
I would dance and move seamlessly to the music of the city.
I would look down on creation, on man and machine.
I would look up to the heavens and the birds flying with me.
I would let the wind take me.
But wait there is a string.
A string that connects me, it wont let me go.
I want fly free, I want to be.
Let me go, let me be; with the wind, with the sky, with the birds.
I pull and prod, but the string still tethers me.
I want to be free.
Free of earth, free of man; in another world, on another plane.
I want to be.
