Existential contemplation

There are times when I travel outside of my 'self', way up to the stars

While birds chirp merrily on my windowsill, welcoming the morn

Curiosity steals my mind, birthing longing and the need to explore

As day breaks gloriously, joyfully, to the sunlight delight of the happy winged birds

Yet I yearn for the wings to fly in the path of the unlucky Icarus

For when the birds take off in flight, they leave me wanting more

Is there magic in this world, if I chant a spell, will I sprout wings

Mayhap, the birds and I could fly together, soaring high to the sky

I am not content to fly in man made things, though their wings I truly embrace

Come birds, take my willing hands, from the ground we shall take flight

Beyond the stars I now fly free, who is that told me I could not fly.

The birds hurry away, as I gently open the window to say hello

Perhaps they fear the silly human really will try to fly

Farewell for today, my feathered friends, as I imagine that

Hopefully quite soon though, I will take to the sky!!!!!