Fly, fly

What if I told you, I want to fly?

Is that too much to ask?

Where?

Does the sky have any directions?

Show me where the north is written?

Sun may rise from my left, but if I turn, would you agree it is rising behind me?

Why does there have to be an order to things?

What if I could go with the flow and see where it goes?

Do I have the courage to embrace that chaos?

Well, if I fly away, what more do I have left to lose?