My dreams are of flying high...of spreading my wings, feeling the breeze through my hair and taking off into the sky. The world of soft blue and white. A world free and spacious, uninterrupted by the troubles of this life.
Sometimes I sit on the lawn and stare at the sky, so calm, so peaceful and I always feel jealous. The sky is up there, alone, kept away from the struggles of the world, while I, an earthling have to go through the chaos of life and fight for my survival. Oh how I wish I could go there.
I wish I am a bird, spreading my wings, ready to take flight. I hunger for the thrill and excitement of being lifted off the ground and entering the world of blue and white.
When I close my eyes, when I stare up at the sky, I know that I too can soar around free and happy without a care in the world.
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