Flying Aimlessly Above the Clouds
I hop upon,
my beloved broom,
point it upwards,
and soar.
Sorrows wasted,
nothing gained.
I soar above the clouds,
fly aimlessly,
and fall,
towards the earth.
Like a weight,
I am pulled down,
never feeling the rush,
of flying aimlessly above the clouds.
On the ground,
once again,
my feet yearn,
to lift of the earth,
and soar with its soul,
eternally wandering the sky,
searching for,
it's aimless wanderer.
But I am here,
watching it go,
never to lift up,
anymore.
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