I found a way--and what is that?
Life or death? A trip back home?
I rode a horse once down a yard,
I regret to say it's not for me.
Nor is walking--a mile or ten--
as well as running, jogging, striding,
or anything that is a threshold to perspiration.
Flying--that's the ticket, sir.
Towards the open expanse above
that so few--a bird or bug--
have access to. But now, I do.
I repeat: I'll fly to you.