• The sky is clear today.
    No clouds are on the horizon.
    Open sky.
    Open sky to fly in.

    If there's open sky,
    why can't we fly?
    To be as free as a bird.
    The fly on the wind.

    Nothing holding you back.
    No regrets.
    No saying "I want to go home."
    The sky is a birds home.

    The bird can fly.
    We cannot.
    We cannot fly away from what's happened.
    We want to, but can't.

    Fly away from this Earth.
    Somewhere new.
    Somewhere without sadness.
    Or pain, and sorrow.

    Birds may feel pain.
    Birds feel pain if they get hurt.
    So do humans.
    We have been hurt.

    We have been hurt by loss, and sorrow.
    There is no escape from the pain.
    We're anchored to Earth by pain.


    Open sky,
    but couldn't fly.
    So sadly,
    what am I?