Butterfly Fly Away

Somethings always happen in the sky.

Like just now, there wasn't much clouds.
I felt so open and free, my mind, that is.
But also felt like a prisoner in jail, peeking out through solid bars.

I only wished I could get out of the car without thinking anymore.
Then I'll jump high up into the open air, above everything below me.
Spread my arms wide and fly away, then I'll rest on the tallest point on earth.
And stay there as long as I want, just to enjoy that beautiful sight.

Just like a butterfly.

But I'm just a human, a boy.
A boy that can imagine.
Imagine like everyone else.