i always envied the birds in the sky.

to have wings so powerful that they can carry you above the clouds,
to have the option of an escape whenever you get lost in the crowds;

i envied them.

then i began to think,
perhaps i too can fly.

so here i stand, two feet on the ledge.
i glance down at the pavement, soon to be cracked red.

averting my gaze to the birds in the sky,
i step off, knowing full well i won't fly.