Fly
high and higher into the sky
until you can see no more blue oceans
no more of the constant movement of the city
no more of the dull shades of gray
taking over brightest of yellow
until everything is out of sight
out of mind
your floating on a cloud of wonders just waiting
for your next stop
waiting for your time to come
flying away from drama the chaos
the “she said he said that she said that”
but you get caught up storm clouds above,
the dark, ugly, clouds covering the rays of sunshine
and then you start coming back down
crashing faster, harder, faster, harder
until you crash until the cruel ground
with no one to help you up
but your own two feet
and now all you want to do is
get back up and
fly
