The Girl Who Knew Could Fly, Yet Only Floated

In a world where that lies in dying wake.

As the black and white continues to mesh

And create a dreary and desolate grey

Super human intelligence renders us obsolete

Cuts down our work force with its laser fined beam

The good old white and blue become more autonomous

Holding onto their riot gear, tear gas in hand

You sit in your room, pen and paper on a stand

In this decaying world

Of once lush greens

And vibrant yellows

Now lay spilled over like a can of paint

Soaked up by the thirsty soil

As kids without mothers

Huff the fumes for a temporary high

I sit on the school rooftop

Observing like an all ignorant God

And as class is in session,

I can't help but notice a girl

With daring dirty blond hair

And ocean blue eyes

She looks on with little bemusement

The teachers instruction acting as little more than droning thought

But once she exits class after the final bell

My eyes transfix from her face to her feet

As a much peculiar site imposes upon me

Her feet, her small feet, dangle in the air

Merely hovering, this bemused girl makes her way out of school and back home

Without ever putting one foot in front of the other

The days go past as I continue to be enamoured by this beautiful fawn

As she floats to and from classes

Not a care in the world, barely even one for herself

With every once in a rare occasion, where her feet would slightly rise higher than usual

I quickly came to this realization

That not only could she float,

But she could also fly

If she wanted to, she could fly higher than I'd ever be able to notice

She could spar farther than a plane on a clear day

Yet here she stay, close to the ground

Unaware of her amazing ability, without a single care

For days, months, I watched her

Waiting for every single heightened elevation as she floated

Waiting for her expression to be heightened

Waiting for this small blue bird to expand its wings and soar

Because I knew, without a doubt in my mind

That she could.