Flying through the clouds, wind in my hair
A breeze on my cheeks, cool and brisk.
Over trees and mountains,
Oceans and plains.
These views I see, Wondering if anything is more peaceful.
A light. Where?
Over there.
I go, I see.
It's hard to breath, It's hard to see.
This pain, what is it.
My destiny?
NO!
I refuse, why must it end here,
But of course reality is calling, I must attend...