I dream of flying

Ever since I was a little kid I have wanted to fly. I was one of those kids that every time an airplane passed overhead I would look up and stare at it till it passed.

Every time I drive by the point of the mountain and see all those paragliders drifting through the air I want to be like them. No. I will be like them. I will fly. I will fly as high as everyone else and even higher till it gets hard to breath. They look so free and the earth would look so small from where they are. I WILL FLY.

Because I can't really explain how I feel about flying I found this poem that kinda does. Enjoy. :)

Freedom In Flight - Michael Clarke

The Soul Is happily singing
I feel as free as air
I soar ever upward
My freedom In flight
As the eagle I journey on
My heart uplifting
Peace of the divine
Freedom In Flight
Across the lake In freedom
For the mountains I fly
Within my world of wonder
My freedom In flight
Up In God's own blue
I look upon the world
My heart Is free
I have freedom In flight