Flying - A Proud Bird

Space inviting upwards
And feelings born by the will
In energy have interlaced
In breathing, even and free!

But the burst won't come, don't wait for
The body amorphous? And sounds?
Streams carrying upwards

Once hands the wings are now.

You were longing for soaring like eternity
Higher and higher fly for your life
Scorn all the principles
Dictated above

But is there an aim you head for?
You wanted it pure, but is it?
Are you certain in it giving all your strench
To the upwards inviting space?