I.D.E.A.

Looking at the wind-flow I learned to fly
flew till the boundary of sky
like the wind is restrained by mountains
my flying is limited

My eyes were inspired by the speed of light
chased it till the edge of shadow
like the light is limited by dark
my eyesight is bounded

Ears reverberated by my voice
eager to absorb the highest decibel
but shout couldnt sustain for long
to stretch my ear to hear

Ice to water to a big ocean
thought it would be an endless journey
but finally hit the bottom of abyss
depth is limited just like my senses

The idea of a limitless voyage
demanded a world which is endless
how can i stay sticking to earth
how long will I have to wait?

I thought of I tried everything
then it occurred the endless is within me
I close my senses and realized
the never ending thoughts in my brain

Inspiration: "Learning to Fly", Pink Flyod
and of course my recent fever