We fly through life,
Like birds in the sky.
Navigating experiences and danger,
Knowing that we can fly together or alone,
Always going back to our destiny, where we belong.
They hold the power of being free.
Free from limitations,
Free from expectations.
They haunt to survive,
They fly to be alive.
Aren’t we all doing that?
We all chase freedom,
We all earn to survive,
And we all dream of flying inside.
In a human experience,
In a physical form,
We all go back to where we belong.
Main – Photo by Federico Beccari on Unsplash
