a product of work boredom.

"I CAN FLY"  By: Me

I've flown before.

I know
I know
I can't fly.
It's impossible,
right?
To fly one needs
Wings
That are aerodynamically
Sound
Shaped just right
Weighing the perfect
Amount.

But still
I've flown.

I've been in the sky
Alone
Just me and my wings
I've felt the rush
Of the wind beneath.
I've changed my direction
From north to south
I've even tasted
Bugs and butterflies in my
mouth.

But it's impossible,
right?
To fly one has to be
A member of a species:
Bird, insect, spider
Some crazy reptile,
Flying fish, sugar glider.
You have to be made
To fly
To soar.

But I've got to argue.

To fly, really fly,
there's so much more.
To fly it takes inner
Strength.
A hope and belief that
The sky can be reached.
An inner desire to feel
What it is to
Be out of this world
Off of the ground
So far away
From every sound.

You can sit and argue with me,
"You cannot fly!
You've never seen
the earth beneath
On your own
Apart from a window seat!"

But I know
That I've been
Way up high.
I know that
I have been
A part of the sky.

For you see
I have flown,
In dreams,
All on my own.
It's when I close
My eyes
And fall into deep sleep
That I spread my
Wings
And fly.