The world looks so different from above.

Trust me, I have seen it.

Everything shrinks and the problems along with it.

Freed for the moment until I return to the ground.

The best solution for escape.

The ability to go where others cannot.

***

It is a shame that I rarely see that view while awake.

Gravity and reality have always been my worst foes.

The best solution always exists in imagination.

I long to take flight.

Do what improves my life and frees me.

In the end, all I really wanted was an escape.

***

I must make like Daedalus.

Fashion my own wings from what is available to me.

Melted to shape with the wax of my hopes.

I just pray that I never fall.

Hitting a final dead end I never dreamt of in advance.

It is so hard to collect the feathers again in order to heal.