I want to fly

Thoughts from my childhood mind... Ever dream like me?

I want to fly.
I want to jump up and touch the clouds,
To spread my wings and capture the warm summer breeze.
I want to race falcons and heckle the seagulls.
I want to look down on the mountains,
to follow rivers from source to sea.
I want to think of traffic as a flock of geese fleeing the cold.
I want to breathe uncontaminated air,
To feel the cool rush that fills the lungs and the soul.
I want to dodge lightning bolts and play hide and seek in a cloud.
I want to go ten rounds with gravity,
to pull away from its earth-bound net and dance in freedom.
I want to fly.