I once knew a man
Who could fly.
He rose from the ground,
Oh sky high.

His hopes and his dreams,
Acted as his wings.
They rose him above
And towards his fling.

His face was alight,
With the prospect of hope,
For he worked tirelessly,
To achieve his goal.

He ignored all other things,
Flying towards the sky.

But soon,
His blindness,
Found up.

Recklessly he flew,
Until he was blinded.

And he was cast down,
Broadsided,
All dreams slighted.