can you see the bird fly high? wonder what it is like, among the clouds with wingsstretched so wide.

i too want to fly, no, i am not satisfied, with imagining flight, i want to take of and be light.

i want to go through the clouds, i want to out race the birdy crowds, i want to watch sun rises and sets, i want to win all the racing bets.

i wonder how is it, so high, what will happen if i die? will i dive inside some deep, and permanently sleep?

i want to fly high, i seriously want to fly, i am stretching my arms, come on all you winds!

i wait, one day i will, nothing is impossible still, so i wait.