I was high up somewhere

i don't know the place but it was beautiful,

i was swaying, i could feel the wind getting into my blood ,

making my body lighter, & the wind started overpowering the selfishness of the earth.......

the only thing i hated about the dream was that, i walked,

i walked till the edge of the mountain,

eager about my flight,

i was ready to give away myself into the air;

with my world, & i gave it, i see it