I have always loved flying
I became a pilot so that I could soar
Above the world and its problems
But I’m sorry
The energy required to keep this bus-with-wings in the sky
Is too great
Metal coffins always in the process of falling
So that only constant forward speed keeps them aloft
They’re not really like birds
As I had once dreamed of being
I do not float on the wind
I do not feel it
I hear you pounding on the door
Desperate for something
Is it life you really want?
Your shouting and pleading is just an ...