As I fly high, up in the sky, I witness a new landscape, a new horizon, a vastness.

It is not a mirage. It is, just untouched by me before.

I follow a pattern, a murmuration, of those who have flown before me,

Because, I cannot be thus lost in oblivion.

The sky is not without a blemish; cirrus, cumulonimbus, some light and some dark,

Some spraying lightning and reminding me of the vagrant nature of life.

So, I soar higher,

Because up here, I see more light than ever, and I cannot close my eyes to day dream,

It’s the belief that I can carry on that suits this place.

So, I soar higher like an eagle- the King of the skies, above and beyond the realms of the common.

Because, here alone lies the unfazed success….

From up here, I don’t think about the ground below,

Because, from the ground, even the sky is the limit.