the flying game

[cacian]

I like to play
a game of fly
and put my head
above the clouds
to see if I can
catch the stars

the cold beneath
my weight
was grass
it felt as if
the world
had passed

I wondered how
I would turn
back
soon as I flown
away so far

I like to play
a game of fly
and look
at those who
smile and sigh

the heights
began to slow
me down
my feet no longer
pushed like kites

I landed straight
ahead of time
walking's never
felt so mine

flying had
me slighetely
thrown
it felt like
loss up
there somewhere