Hold your breath,
And maybe, just maybe,
Then you'll achieve weightlessness

But not without turning blue
And falling to your doom

Consequences are a *****
When all you want to do
Is sprout wings
And take flight
In that vast blue sky
And spiral down
As day, fades into black night

I say this because it rings true,
No stranger to me than to you,
Because you can try to fly,
But one thing remains the same,
You will always hit the ground,
A little less happy than when you spread,
Those broken wings.