Flights of Fancy

Miserable indeed must be the one who has never Taken a flight of Fancy Unable to use imagination to its full. Pity the one who is earthbound for the whole 24 hours. With no escaping even for a millisecond from a world made of custard. Knowing no way to a happier state of mind without harming the earthly Temple. The spirit glued to its mortal shell, With not even the width of a feather between the two. Spear a thought for the one who hides from the sun, With wings that should give flights of Fancy, Withering away and waterlogged from the tears Of a broken heart. With shoulders lacking the warmth others get from the Sun. Give invites to the one who sits in front of the TV Which no longer offers flights of fancy for those with Undeveloped wings or even respite enough from the real world to give their batteries a recharge. Keep reaching out to those whose flights of fancy Take them to another reality where it is unsafe to dwell too long Lest they forget the the way back to this world. Parents don't forget to take your offspring on your next flight of fancy To loosen the bodies grip on the soul, So that when it gets it's final call, It will not stay earthbound, Competing with the wind to be heard.