One evening I was walking
Around our front yard kicking
At the leaves and feeling sorry
For myself because of some
Recent flops in my life.
Then I remembered a childhood
Dream. I always wanted to fly,
To fly away from my troubles.
I walked out in the middle of
The street, looked around me,
Looked up, and slowly, gently
My feet left the ground.
I realized I controlled the whole
Thing with my will and shot up
And flew in broad circles around
The city looking down at it in a
Whole new way. I was free.
Wordman of Alcatraz 