i thought i could fly so i climbed up the mountain the view was very nice wind blew through my hair on its wings flew inspiration i lifted up my feet to soar and i ran away from the peak navigating the currents and it felt very pleasant because i knew i was high i landed ever so softly gently, in the schoolyard my feet carried me away i found me at the seesaw recounting my flight the audience intent the door slammed open i whirled in surprise teacher hurring to us the devil in her face and hell in her lips lucifer bound my eyes grating noises in my ears i thought i escaped unscathed but the next day i jumped again and found my wings had been clipped in a trance i shuddered and tumbled to the ground i lie with broken wing but i know it not i lie with broken dream i cannot rise
******* the playground spinning wild fantasy good to imagine but bad to believe it all true i had to do something to stop inside i drew her alone and free i distinguished myth and reality her feet must stay on the ground and all this insane wishes of dreams is as eradicated i hope as yesterday she must move on and be adultish abandoning childhood fairies and hopes i have made her a survivor this is the way things go in this life those who do not learn fall and break their necks because we are post-everything and definitely beyond this immature obsession everyone must fall sometime and it is good that i made her today before she climbs to the summit inside of herself and crashes hard to break to shatter more than myth but infringing on reality i have caught her safely in my arms i had a peculiar dream last night
i dreamed i could fly thinking and lifting up now, awake, i can only wonder why i would dream such a lie