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I wish I could fly.
I’d just jump out the window
And leave
Behind all the things that make me hurt.
The cold wind stinging my eyes
As I rise in the dark
That is spreading across the sky.

I cannot fly.
The closest I get is sitting on my windowsill,
Feet dangling,
Looking out at the shining distant lights
Of people travelling.
And the dark hill, so purple-grey
In this light.

I wish I could fly.
The way I always dreamed,
While I was wide awake.
I’d fly to the mountains,
Following the green tops down to the sea.
I would fly low then,
Feeling the spray, ice-cold
And white
Rushing up from the frenzied waves.

I would fly until I reached an island
Small and insignificant,
And I would sleep, laughing
At the time when I could not fly.
My mind released from its heavy darkness,
Seeking solace.

I still cannot fly.
My mind too enclosed to allow
The freedom it longs for.
But I’ll wait on the windowsill
Looking out at the hills
Clinging to the hope,
Hope of the desperate fantasy that follows me
Freeing me.

I will never fly.
Except in the embrace of dreams.
Perhaps I should jump,
Take that chance,
To fly to the island,
Past the island, out over the sea.
And when I get tired, as the sky flashes green
I will fall into the dark waves
And the jump and dream will be broken.

Description
I wish I could fly.
I’d just jump out the window
And leave
Behind all the things that make me hurt.
The cold wind stinging my eyes
As I rise in the dark
That is spreading across the sky.

I cannot fly.
The closest I get is sitting on my windowsill,
Feet dangling,
Looking out at the shining distant lights
Of people travelling.
And the dark hill, so purple-grey
In this light.

I wish I could fly.
The way I always dreamed,
While I was wide awake.
I’d fly to the mountains,
Following the green tops down to the sea.
I would fly low then,
Feeling the spray, ice-cold
And white
Rushing up from the frenzied waves.

I would fly until I reached an island
Small and insignificant,
And I would sleep, laughing
At the time when I could not fly.
My mind released from its heavy darkness,
Seeking solace.

I still cannot fly.
My mind too enclosed to allow
The freedom it longs for.
But I’ll wait on the windowsill
Looking out at the hills
Clinging to the hope,
Hope of the desperate fantasy that follows me
Freeing me.

I will never fly.
Except in the embrace of dreams.
Perhaps I should jump,
Take that chance,
To fly to the island,
Past the island, out over the sea.
And when I get tired, as the sky flashes green
I will fall into the dark waves
And the jump and dream will be broken.