Leaving the ground touching the sky,
Watching birds drift on by,
Feeling the wind whistle past,
Ignoring the clock that ticks down fast,
I want to twist through the air,
I want to spread wings with flare,
I don't have time to prepare,
I throw my body up in the air,
I float for a while,
I twist and curl,
But sooner than I care I'm tumbling down there,
Butterflies flit and fly,
Arms shoot out, flap and flutter,
I'm caught finally but by an unwelcome friend,
Cold, grey arms make sure I'll never fly again.
