Wings, freedom.

Freedom, within reach.

Within reach, sometimes a dream, but so wonderful to dream about.

The little butterfly flies at will. Nothing in it's way. The blue skies are the limit. I watch the little butterfly, the freedom it has, I want that feeling, but I'm stuck here on Earth, pulled down by gravity. Maybe, just maybe, one day my dreams and imagination will take me on the path of the butterfly. How I wish.