I'm in a constant reverie,
Morosely contemplating the glistening, vivid, sky
that contrasts with the remnants of earth and vibrant, coloured, flowers.

I turn my gaze to the sea,
not far-off, that seems to splash and crash
in sync with the swaying leaves.

I imagine if the body of water was a physical being,
it would be more powerful than I.
Every muscle, every cell, feels weak within me.
Although, if I had to pick between the sea and the sky,
I would have to choose the sky.

I'd Feel the wind forcibly blowing my face as I
fly with no responsibilities ahead of me.
I could finally be free from every thought,
every 'checkpoint' individuals expect me to achieve.

Since it's not possible, I decide to at least feel the thrill
instead, by jumping off this obscure building,
where mother nature is fighting to take over.

But as my feet leave the ground,
I realize—no fall will truly free me
Maybe freedom is found in the sky within,
where thought and wind can finally cease.