Stand at the doorway--
("wait your turn!")
Poised to run--
("Look out!")
Dashing off,
headlong down the hall--
("here I go!")
One giant leap,
arms outstretched to each side,
eyes closed,
Whump!
Open your eyes,
("I did it, see?")
Hop off the chair again,
("Now you try")
And scurry back down the hall,
to continue to practice
this very important skill.
Then Mom comes in,

I am just a stone
I was not meant to fly.
The sunken ships and fallen stars
Have landed where I lie.

Lion of the sky,
Why would you leave your throne?
And land among the fallen stars
To see a simple stone?

Falling through the blue
To where you are the sky.
Leaning on your golden wings
And learning how to fly.

Soaring, flying,
gliding on the wings of the wind.

Rising higher,
than the very clouds.

Wind rushing,
ruffling my hair.

I scream,
ecstatic, turning downwards;

Free-falling,
for hundreds of feet;

Pulling up
at the last second,

Flying.

Whipping around pinnacles of rock,

To fly like a bird,
Soaring in the heavens,
The air rushing past your face,
Creating a roar.

To be above the clouds,
No engine's noise obscuring
The passing eagle's cry.
To fly.

To be the master of the sky,
To know it's every trick,
To ride an updraft,
Rushing upwards on it's power.

To rest, on a pinnacle of rock,
Higher than the highest climber's reach.

Sitting at my big computer
Hoping that things don't get duller
I close my eyes
And cross my hands
And enter my own dreamland

Trees that rise one-hundred feet tall
A thief scaling a castle wall
I'm over here
And around there
Everywhere in my dreamland

There are no lessons and no school
No smacking rods or useless rules
Just me and my
Own little self
Traveling in my dreamland