Don’t you wish you could fly?
Leave the ground and touch the sky?
Don’t you want to break the mould?
Be strong? Be brave? Be tough? Be bold?
There you lie, thinking of what can be,
Banal life preventing you to be free,
Weighted down by routine, daily pain,
A prisoner coupled to ball and chain.
So look for the wings within your reach,
Fix them on, so the sage would teach,
Be Pegasus, take flight towards the sun,
Don’t give up till you’re number one.