I fly released my arms
stretched out, my mind
is free, as I glide through
the air, I feel the breeze as
it brushes over my face
and through my hair.

The wind hits my clothes
I see the rain slowly pass
as it goes past my face, I
drift down to the place
that will finish my final
flight from this place.

I had a thought to fly one
more time, to let the world
pass by me, to see me fly
one last time.

Then before my moment of
flight is at an end, I regret that
this shouldn't have been done,
I don't want to fly anymore
regretting that step

But I flew and it is at an end,
fifteen stories up my flight
did begin. At the bottom did
it finish, my final flight regretting
what I did as this is my end.