Soaring, flying,
gliding on the wings of the wind.

Rising higher,
than the very clouds.

Wind rushing,
ruffling my hair.

I scream,
ecstatic, turning downwards;

Free-falling,
for hundreds of feet;

Pulling up
at the last second,

Flying.

Whipping around pinnacles of rock,
tall spires reaching dead, frozen arms,
far up into the sky.

The thrill!
The adventure!
The joy!
It’s indescribable!

I hear a sharp sound,
jolting me suddenly.

I reluctantly fall to earth,
my wings being clipped.

Shackles,
I cannot escape from drag me down.

I open my tearstained eyes,
reality appears before my eyes.

I reach longingly for my fantasy,
disappearing before my eyes.

Imagination has but one flaw,
Before reality it cannot survive.