Escape

Pink and purple hues fill the night sky as the sun begins to rise,
Slowly ascending to assume its position above the rigid skyline.
Shadowed by winged creatures transporting my brethren,
Cutting through cumulus clouds, this is my heaven.
Nomadic in nature, adventure permeates my veins,
My desire to escape shackled by monetary gain,
Oh, to be a wide-eyed child free from rationality,
Believing the impossible to be a possibility.
How I long for the days of rose colored glasses,
To break away from this mundane, systematic view of the masses,
But caught up, I must rise to join the cycle once more,
Though my heart is meant to passionately soar.