Am I A Fly? Poem by Aron Lelei

Wading the terrain of mud abode
I feel the silky blue sky smelling of smoke
And not only but feeling of heaviness of mist
Abode the rocky mountains of life
Is when am reminded am in dream world flying

Walking past the curtain of memory
I feel the taste of sweetness of blue earth
And not only but the smell of murky moods
Over the vale of shadow of life
Is when am reminded am ruining the world of life

Running the last mile of memory
I feel the distant urge of blue grassy fields
And not only but the view of serene yonder
Abode the lofty mountains of life
Is when am reminded am just a fly of life

Walking and wading the terrain of justice
I feel the real value of fighting the flight
And not only but heading towards the goal yonder
Over the gloomy shades of life
Is when am reminded I am a fly