I can fly,

Free like a bird, an angel

In the infinite sky.

Wings wide opened,

Face to the sun,

body hugging the wind.

My imagination carries me,

My thoughts let me flow,

My soul gives me freedom.

I see the city, crowded,

Every human working,

Parents running after their children,

Teenagers running after danger.  

Politicians running after wealth they get from the citizens.

Kids running after a man with candy,

A woman running after her husband.

A mother, sitting at her desk chair for hours, running after her daughter’s dreams.

A boy chasing after a cat,

and the cat chasing after the rat,

and the rat chasing the cheese.

The whole city looks like a chain,

A chain that makes them forget themselves, because they are tied to something else and there is no way out.

I wonder if they had wings, like me,

Would they ever be free?