They always said the sky is the limit, But they never said how to get there.
When the twists of life tried to keep me down, i ran away. When they came back for me, i took my bags and ran. The bags slowed me down and yet, i couldn’t leave them behind.
During my escape i planned my journey and met more travelers. Their bags seemed as heavy as mine, but our grips were adamant to the load. Eventually i dared to fly. Flying was easy. My bags, lighter in the air, made me soar higher.
Did i dare fly too high? Did i forget about the bags? Oh mama, no one told me to be careful of flying too high. Now i’m back to running, running for one more breath of pure air.