standing on top of a mountain,
my eyes like eagles travel before me,
sight to earth,
sight to skies,
I close my eyes pretending to be a bird I spread my wings,
I want to fly,
experience what birds feel,
no fear inside of them,
the luck given to them to travel,
to migrate
anywhere,
but,
then again here I am,
back to where I'm standing,
on this simple mountain,
the view looks the same,
I guess this is the reality of wanting to run away,
yet knowing and acknowledging that
there's nowhere to run to.