depicted by @thetimothymivory
Freedom clouds drift by,
Then you wonder why am I so high.
You see blue through and through,
Isolated from those abandoned just as you.
You take notice as feathers dwindle beneath,
But wonder does flight include seclusion, with thee.
Is this a place of existence?
Or will this be my place of existence?
A visible horizon dispenses hopes rebirth,
Of the completion that life’s worth more beyond this earth.