i see it's wing span, how far away in the sky it goes.
What speed and agility! what an aerodynamically shape!
What beauty! What grace! Like a fish in the stream of air!
My neck hurts to look so high. But i look.
I watch and hope to one day fly.
I jump and flap my wings to short to catch air.
Others grin and praise me for my efforts but the little jumps i have do not compare to the stratosphere.
Like a ghost at six pm who watches the world above
through a needle size hole, i watch the albatross return home,
to their peeks on high peeks their nest they stay.
How small i must be to an albatross-
my colony must be seen like moss on the ground.
I am i penguin and will never be an Albatross.
I will never be He who fly in the sky.
I know i will never be! i scream and shout i will never reach!
Yet day after day, i jump and i jump and i jump
just to feel the ground be low me in moments.
Then who am i hurting with my dream? that i should stop?
