I have descended onto this crust,
And landed in this body,
Which breeds nothing but rust;
For it is lively but dusty.

I once majestically soared the skies,
Before desires grew heavy for my wings,
And landed in a place I could not recognise
Despite seeing its mornings.

A place, which houses tangible necessities,
With everything hidden from most beings
In which one of the two communities
Honours the other as their kings.

I now reconstruct my wings feather-by-feather;
With realities induced with a sense of belonging
And dreams of unspeakable wonder,
For one day, this frame shall betray my living.