20

Take me.
Break my ties,
so I can fly.

Slash the ropes 
so I can reach,
the heights 
my mind desires.

Winds are calling,
straining.
I'm taut between two
points,

Reaching up,
feet pointing down,
longing for the thrill,

Of bouncing through the
currents,
swirling through the breeze,

Tick-i-ling the stars
above
with carefree,
gentle ease.

I'll watch the ants below me
as they scatter to their
homes,
liberated,
I am free,
to 
forever roam.

And once my body
tires,
from wandering the Earth,
I'll drop some ballast,
light the flames,
to space for all I'm worth!