Without Wings

My dream is to fly.

  High in the sky.

A bird flies,

  High and free.

Across the skies,

  Over the trees,

Across the oceans and seas.

  And people,

People like me

  Wishing to be

Up there in the sky

  Careless and free.

But take away those wings

  And what do we see?

That which was once careless and free

  Is now trapped on the ground with me.

Longing to once again be

  In the sky where it belongs.

Instead it's gazing up at the stars

  Looking near and far

To find a way back

  To the sky.

It saddens me

  To find this bird,

Who belongs in the sky,

  Is stuck with me.

Both of us without wings

  Unable to escape

This doldrum we call home.

  Unable to truly be

Free.