I was standing on the Empty Street,
Gazing at the stars,
In the full moonlight,
With only one thought.
If I could be with the blowing wind and Fly through the clouds,
I felt like someone heard me and said ok go...
I put my hand up and gave a small kick, push back, with my feet,
And I was up in the air,
Just like birds,
Like fish in the ocean,
As easy as walking on the street,
I went up, up, up, and high,
It tasted like freedom
The fresh wind in my mouth
The vast blackness of the sky
Telling me it's endless and so am I,
(Liberated and ecstatic, excited)
Then I decided to explore further ahead, instead of going up.
I went over the high rising buildings,
Over the humongous trees, I am scared of,
Looking at the very few people and cars on the streets.
I kept going until I felt boundless.
Then I saw the sunrise
And it reminded me that I have to go back
To my family, friends, work
But I couldn't find where to go
Where did I come from?
Whom should I ask?
Where was I?
Which city, country or continent?
Who am I going to tell?
How did I reach here?
I was stranded, helpless, miserable and all alone.
And then I realize this is why we shouldn't fly.