Me and my broken wings

The sky calls out to me

and the wind excites,

the sun burns my feet,

and the heaven greets.

O! I wanna fly high,

I wanna touch the sky,

I wanna swing with the wind,

I wanna douse the sun,

and pass through the heaven.

Oh, I almost forgot,

my wings are broken

Life— I have one— no another token.

The sun is big

and the wind’s strong,

Heaven is subtle, as they say

and the sky’s high

no, I can’t fly.

All I have is a wonderful dream,

and an episteme—

if the nucleation is dense,

you can get a nice growth

with the minimal expense.

The subtle aspects don’t bother me anymore,

I don’t see the wind or the sun or the sky,

All I see is my dream,

so what, if my wings are broken,

I am gonna fly,

high in the sky.