Constantly dreaming of soaring
To float in the sky with the clouds
But how could he accomplish this
When carrying a backpack full of regrets

How does he take his blessings
When his hands are full, holding grudges
How could he ever fly
When carrying the burden of
what people think of him

His gaze is not on his destination
Constantly staring at other's progress
How would he not be in distress
A victim of self-inflicted stress

The things that we ought not to carry,
We clench unto them like floating devices
They are the actual cause of our drownings
Silently pulling our heads below the water

Let go of unnecessary burden
And become lightweight like the birds
You'll see how easy it is to fly
Reaching and exceeding your desired heights.