I have a dream
to be like a dove
to fly on a giant
ostrich to strike
up around the sky,
my hand to touch
the cloud and my
lung to inhale the
space air, for some
hours to land on a
landing station
where the snow is
fallen, sweaters are
welcoming, warmers
are warming, freedom
is loving, jobless is
burnt, rules are obeying,
leadership is giving a
pity, followers are
appreciating