Have you not wished at least once to break free when the daily life becomes too demanding? How would be the life up in the clouds, viewing the world from a bird's eye view? Come on, let curiosity be your fuel, creativity be your sailor and imagination be your wings... Join the Lonely Glider in her never-ending journey...
The Lonely Glider
I fly high, above the clouds
At heights unattainable by any climber,
Above the jungles of trees and crowds.
I am the lonely glider.
I fly and explore the world
Uncontrolled by any rider
And see more than what is told
For I am the lonely glider.
Curiosity is my everlasting fuel.
Creativity makes sights go wider,
Helps me discern rock and jewel
And makes me the lonely glider.
Imagination gives me wings
And I fly, needless of any neighbour.
Strange dreams show the links,
The way, for this lonely glider.
I feel sun's warmth on my skin,
The wind whipping past my each fibre,
The rain falling thick and thin...
Oh, I love being the lonely glider!
I see fields where men have fought,
Some occasional greenery, lion and tiger.
From the concrete jungles, children shout:
"Wow! Look, a lonely glider!"
They chase my shadow on ground
And I revel in their wonder
And shouts of pure joy, unbound:
"Such a majestic lonely glider!"
But, age slows down their steps;
Doubt in my strength turns them sober.
Their shouts now echo with fear in their depths:
"Look out! It's a lonely glider!"
They just wait for me to halt
When the land below is finer.
Then they'll bind me, so that I won't dart
And never again be a lonely glider.
But as long as imagination gives me wings,
Curiosity, my fuel and creativity be my sailor
And strange dreams show me the links,
I'll keep flying and remain the lonely glider.
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