The Flight

Its about the flight of life , the truth , the happiness and the bliss from my point of view.

Higher and higher I fly,

Closing my eyes for a trance I felt,

Skies getting bluer,

Grass getting greener,

Sun shining brighter,

I flew like an eagle on a summer day,

Yet a winter breeze I felt that day,

Free as a bird and fast as a cat,

Swift like the fish and big as the ocean,

Ambiguous I got so high,

Tripping away from the problems,

Gazing at the stars,

Distant dots of beauty,

Clouds hanging like chandeliers,

Rain wetting the world around,

Dew settling on a leaf in its beautiful way,

The wind clearing my path,

The world changing around,

All an illusion or a version of desired truth?

Revelling in the mystic beauty around,

All I could see was the bliss of nature,

To fly really was to be free,

Shackles, chains of binding,

Break them all to be free,

The flight of life has already begun,

The real trance was the life all around us,

To see it or not,

To be amazed or not,

To live or not,

It is a choice we make not the world around us.