The Sky is my Ultimate Utopia

The sky is my ultimate utopia.
It is my heaven; the ground: my chain,
The chain to the untold horrors of the hell below.

Why be bound, when you can sail the skies?

I am a wing-less bird. Born for the sky,
but cursed with the ground.

Understand me, please...understand my need.

They say the sky's the limit.
They are wrong. The sky is NOT my limit, it is my goal.

They say penguins can't fly, but look how they CAN fly within the waters.
They say humans can't fly, but we took that as a challenge ... a mere setback. Now we take it for granted.

I am a flightless bird, wing-less, feather-less.
My mind is my wings, my metal my feathers.

I wish to sail the high skies. Touch the seemingly un-dangerous icebergs up above. Fly the white-water rapids in the air.

The sky is my heaven,
The ground: my hell.

The sky is perfect,
The ground unperfected with troubles, slaves of the ground. Believing that is where they are born and THAT is where they belong.

Not me, I found my calling, I found my goal, I found my Utopia.

I am damned to the ground.
I'll have my way, you won't ground me for long.

I am alone, the clouds my brethren, the stars my witnesses.

Watch me fly, just watch.
I'll show you what a true aspiration will lead you to.

While it is true, I am unperfect...
I see the sky, filling in my emptiness...completing my being.

This is my meaning, this is my dream...my calling.

Welcome to the sky...
Welcome to life...
Welcome to my Utopia,
The sky.