Little children, big children, little people, big people
Adults…
Want to fly
Because flying might be beautiful
Because flying might be free
Because it’s hard to do in a silly tight dress
So you might not wear one and just flutter
About in feathers and skin
Why do people dream about flying?
Because looking down from up high
the view is wider
the view is breathtaking
the scene is connected
the puzzle is more whole.
Why do people dream about flying?
Because they don’t have real wings
But sometimes it would be quite handy
To flee in a hurry
Or to meet love with something
More tangible than a metaphor.
Why do we talk about angels and clouds
And beautiful flying geese
with the moon on their wings?
Because the sky is so blue
And the stars are so bright
It might be nice to get a closer
Glimpse at all of that.
Why do people dream of flying
All by themselves in such a wide shape
Though we start life curled and knotted in tight?
Because it is a dance
Because it is visible
Because it is honoured
By most
And remembered
By most as daring and beautiful
And oh so free-willed
And sometimes brave
And independent.
Why do people dream of flying so?
Because they can’t fly
And sometimes can’t
Isn’t as bad as having every can
In the whole world
Until you turn into greed
And silly kinds of plagiarisms
And inventions to look like
A star that got lodged in
An Instagram war with
A set of wings made for
Somebody else.
Why do we dream of flight?
Why do we talk of capes?
Why do we write of avian human hybrids?
Why did Di Vinci fixate on it?
Because it was just out of reach
Because it is a free ride
With your eyes closed
Because growing up doesn’t mean
Letting go of a psychedelic joyride
Into creating something
With your own imagination
Because it’s unlikely
And unlikely feels better than a routine
Even if your head keeps making routines
And then one day you meet someone
Who knows how you feel
And the surprise makes way for
Flight.
Why do our minds take flight?
Because they can.
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