First Flight

I'd like to float so far away.
Dream of worlds I've never seen.

Free from pain.
Free from toment.
Free from the flesh.
Free to follow nothing.

I'm sick of pushing.
Sick of running.
Sick of planning.
Sick of fighting.

To surrender to the clouds,
and seperate the body from the soul.
Oh, to dream, to drift, to fly.
If only I could never wake.

My soul yearns for a far off land.
The mind shall ascend and go far beyond.
I'll shed this skin and spread my wings.
I wish for this world better than it treated me.