Ali smeared
tar,
keep me from flying.
Vague on the rocks,
to seek refuge.
Only, between desire
and imposssibilita ',
ing the neck
to gaze
over the precipice.
I would like to learn to be ostrich
or penguin
But I lose myself to dream
the wind.
I could not tell if "Fly!". I would tell you to try, but know that flying can hurt, especially if you do not have long. But penguin or ostrich is a pain ... so, if you were born there.