Even when I was but a spawn,
It was simply never enough
To look and see where I had gone,
Had made it, however tough.
To say that I was grounded
Is most certainly a lie.
Entranced by how it sounded,
Always reaching for the sky.
How far I was away from all,
A long and empty pace.
I couldn’t have felt any less small
And still, I yearned for space.
I longed to see Earth smaller still,
To leave it all behind.
There’s nothing, could surpass my will
Or break the muscle of mind.
I learned the way the world is built:
A study in motion and time,
Of push and pull, of bloom and wilt,
Of infinity and numbers prime.
And even when it didn’t click,
I kept and pushed on through.
I had to know what made it tick.
A fever, in me, grew.
And still today, I’m not quite sure
What’s made me want to go.
Perhaps the twinkling, tiny lures
That set each night aglow?
Who have a gravity all their own,
Who pull my heart beyond,
Past everything I’ve ever known
To slip Earth’s heavy bond.
Alas, it was never meant to be:
I was never rightly equipped
With all the things that I would need;
from birth, my wings were clipped.
I’ve become a mouse of man,
And all has gone awry.
Left to salvage a grounded plan
Longing always for the sky.