I walk along
the stoney roads
where
pebbles seem to scatter
as I step

My lift
cloud be
a complement
to her wings

But it is the earth
to whom I’m kept

As she has me
looking up
just to find myself
looking down

Chained to the roots
of all the grounds
In which I wish to fly

It’s funny…

On this level
i can see
just where
all those pebbles hide