I wanna let myself go,
Like in the sky, a deserted bird flow.
No company to flee, elusive and free.
The sky too changes its colour for her,
There are no uncertainties halting her.
No nest, no dwelling just places, still discovering.
Unknown empty space without no fate,
Do skies too have the verge gates?
My wings getting prettier with every spread,
With no fusses, I guessed,
the human within me is dead.