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
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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