The past no longer limits me.
I drift on wind and live as free

above the houses, mountains, clouds,
the cities gripped by anxious crowds,

alighting where I will by day
whenever I decide to stay.


You find me fragile, mock my might,
but can you lift yourself in flight?

Some dub me inessential, small,
but my effects affect us all

as I exert these tiny wings
and set in motion larger things.


If you should hear me, let me teach
that transformation's in your reach:

you could turn into something more,
become a living metaphor,

inspire others to aspire
to beauty, truth, existence higher

than empty notions left behind
once thoughts can soar beyond the mind.