I want to fly like a bird

above the clouds,

behind the rising fog

and not be seen.

Had I known what being seen entails,

Had I known what being heard truly means,

I would never have bargained to be in the open space.

Life would have continued flowing,

Floating,

Driving me.

To places,

Without once checking where we were going.

But I know someone out there still remembers me

calls me unforgettable.

No matter how hard I may try to become invisible,

that force continues to see me, hear me, and keep wanting to bring me back to the open space.

This time, I would like to bargain to fly in the same open space.

See me all you want, but don’t paint my wings.

Hear me all you want, but don’t choke me.

I was always meant to fly, open space, or not.

I want to fly.

Just watch me fly.

I will fly a tad bit above.