The day drags on
drags down
drags
When
all I want
is to fly high
Soar above the ground
above the trees
higher and higher
a weightless being
moisture evaporating
into the cool blue sky
winter chill desert air
where all at once
I can be everywhere
looking down
on people like me
trapped in their
corporeal bodies
in big buildings
under florescent lights
while I frolic on
the prevailing breeze
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