Have you ever felt,

How relieving is the thought of rest,

The more bliss you feel for break,

The more your life is at stake,

We try to survive in this system,

Which our ancients created, trying hard to accustom,

We create bubbles and live off whole lifetimes,

We kill those little rays of light called dreams,

I can’t live like that, not anymore,

That is why I climbed a long tower,

I always had dreamed to fly,

Now I’ll fulfill that while I die.