Passing by,
As I see clouds being formed,
I wonder... when will I fly?
Not to only fly,
But to slowly realize,
That I'm already sky high.
Observing my surroundings,
I see all that I've achieved,
But ponder, how much more can I go?
To reach what simply could satisfy my needs.
Wanting to climb the steep journey
Before time ran out,
I waited and smiled softly,
"I don't need to rush when I'm my own world."
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