A wish upon a shooting star, a wish to walk upon the clouds and see the gods in all their might.
A dream come true when he flew straight to the skies, up – up – and away he goes.
And there he was amongst the skies, so cold, less breath and no ground to stand.
And so, the first step he took to walk the clouds, and ZOOM! Down he goes towards the ground.
And down and down and down he falls. If only he knew that the clouds where none but air, the pictures that once were, are now no more. A dream come true, but dispair for misguided perceptions.
And so, down he fell, back to earth. If he survives, will he ever be able to live? His dreams shattered and beliefs sure to change – a genius turned to simpleton.
Falling seems to be his only hope. His screams screen his mind away from constant reflection. The sky was the limit…they said you only have to dream it. And now he’s touched the skies and seen the clouds, can we say that he achieved his goals?
Will he die a young legend? The first man to take a step on the clouds, even if it meant that reality brought him down? Or will he survive to continue a long life unfulfilled?
Sometimes we have great hopes for our lives. Thinking outside of the box to dream the impossible. Somethings cannot be invented, they are only found.
If you had your wish only for a moment, would you be content if it only satisfied your own adventure, not turning into a milestone for all mankind to ponder and follow in your footsteps?
I wonder. As he continues to fall. I swear falling is his best bet.