I would fly, soar across the skies
Over the mountains, deep vast oceans
Migrate to distant lands, across rivers and sands
If only my wings weren't clipped.
I would run after butterflies in the morning sun
Pausing at each little distraction: flowers, ant hills
And a nonchalant snail crawling by
If only I had the time.
I would dance with the rhythm of rain
Trying to collect it in the palm of my hands
Muddle my clothes in the rain water puddle
If only I had the enthusiasm