I look down and see,
The clouds and grass.
Where am I?
In the air I see.
I can fly,
But what am I?
With huge, white wings,
I am a bird.
I fly over the trees,
Over the mountains,
Past all my problems.
BANG, A gun is fired,
BANG! BANG!
I have been shot,
I fall to the ground.
I realise that,
when you go past ,
Past your problems.
Their is always someone,
Someone to shoot you down.
-Henry S. A. Amoroso
