A long time ago
I had a dream
A dream that I could fly
Higher than the sky and than the sun
And although it wasn't real
I still could feel
That the flight was just for fun

Well now the dreams come back to me
The dream I had of flying free
Only now the crowds all gather 'round
As I try to make it off the ground

A child standing near sheds a tear, a tear of laughter
'cause he knows just what I'm after and he's got it
So I grab his arms and wave them up and down
But we barely get off the ground before I fall

That's when I finally realized, the flight is in a childs eyes
And you never really leave the ground at all.

Nice poem .

NICE

When I was very young I had a dream I could fly. The next day I started to try and fly down the basement steps like I did in my dream. I'm glad I talked myself out of it