Who doesn't love to swim the clouds?

To fly, is to dream
it is to soar through the clouds
in hope of being free.

To be truly free, is to search the waves,
to search and breathe as one
with the clear air.

To soar, to tumble, to fall
from our hightened mount'
and to see, as we fall 
from our Olympus, perspective.

Who doesn't seek to fly?
Who doesn't look at the birds in envy?
Who doesn't dream?
But then who sees the truth from down here?