I dream of the sky
to the distaste of land
gravity holds me back
but strive again
to form the wings
that will lift me high
and finally reach to the sky
letting go
to take the plunge
nothing left to hold me back
moving forward
never looking down
for fear will set in
I was not made for this
I need the comfort
never fearing the fall
I was made to stand
never should I learn how to land
But this only gave me something to yearn
a reason to unmake the world
so I shall try to fly
the dream i was made to strive.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem