If you were granted the gift of temporary flight...
Would you ascend... Just so you could feast your eyes on the horizon, beyond the confines of weather-worn tiles set upon unsuspecting rooftops.
Would you take soar... Just so you could briefly leave the ground below. And as the land beneath you diminishes, all that's you tethered to your earth almost instantly would turn into nothing but specks of insignificance.
Would you fly free... Just so your heart could entertain the possibility of being ensnared by the breathtaking view of the sun, as it rests its pompous girth upon its bed of clouds; Like a bratty king sprawled over lavish sheets.
Would you burst through the boundary... That separates heaven and earth. Just so you could be bewitched by the full blown moon, be enthralled by the siren calls of the stars, and be a part of the spectacle that is the universe...
If you were granted the gift of momentary flight...
Would you still ascend? Knowing full well that soon gravity would claim you with less than no pity nor remorse. And all that you had complacently forsaken... Will greet you with the harshest of punishments.