My eyes always wander
Over to the perpetual sky,
And I am filled with the desire
To, simply, fly.
The endless blue
Pulls away my focus,
And I begin to dream
About growing a pair of wings.
No one else seems to understand
The ache inside of me
To disappear into the sunset.
How am I expected to concentrate
On the tedious trials of normality
When the only thing on my mind
Is the thought of packing a bag
And running to the sky\'s end.
Someday, my wings will finally grow
I can take flight.