The timer is off. I got distracted, as per usual.
I try to fly with tattered wings,
reaching up to catch my dreams.
The stars glitter tauntingly,
I'll never lift off, it seems.
Why must I stay down here?
Infinite possibilities stretch above,
just out of reach.
I push and shove,
frantic, fearful.
What if I will never fly?
Eyes closed, wings outstretched,
I launch myself, ready to die.
Opening my eyes,
I look around.
The only thing I can see,
is the ground.
