I dream about being a king
I dream about being a fly
To be the owner of the world
To be the small elusive spy

Some times I want just be an air
To please the waves of navy sea
Become an early morning sunlight
To touch the summits those are far

I dream to be the fire, be the ice
To change my nature
Be not repeated twice
I dream about using every chance

But when I’m sad and pain so strong
I won’t be anything belong
To loose all memories and varnish feelings
Become the smallest grain on the image

But I live here in my body
With all my feelings and desire
Reality is my life study
That is I should to be aware

But it is so sweet to fly in dreams
To touch the stars, think up new worlds
Be king, the air, little spy…
To leave and change I value most…

may be my poetry is not so good so far, but I like to dream very much and this poem was written in a burst of inspiration without a pause :)