Fluid thoughts of you, fill up my mind

Until they're on the outside, I'm still in a bind

This feeling of cold feet, I need to raise

Staying the old me, won't free my praise

Holding myself down by this tray of ice

Just skating by...

Too close to the ground, when I play these dice

...though I pray to fly

So I lift the tray & begin to serve

Hands shaking...loosing nerves

I've walked, & now I run

With the breeze, comes goosebumps

Leaving my feet, though we race as one

I see, you only chose who jumps

The air is suspending...pending my ending

Without that weight, those thoughts are now blending

Lendning a vision, to which I glare

And ascend toward, with my stare

Steps that aren't visible

Are aiding in the physical

Focus deems this admissible

Therefore, dreams become mystical

When released, they are bonded & molded

Those circling thoughts have transformed

The light I've been chasing...I can now hold it

A halo...that will keep my hands warm