"To fly high" -  my dream, my creed,
To touch the skies with endless speed.
Since childhood I promised to rise,
To trace the clouds, to claim the skies.

The birds I cherished, graceful, free,
Now hold a different truth for me.
They fly with no true place to be,
Just motion framed by destiny.

But I, with maps and dreams so grand,
Now confused, unsure where I stand.
What if the path I’ve paved is wrong?
What if I’ve chased is a borrowed song?

What if this journey isn’t mine?
What if my stars refuse to align?
What if the heights I’ve dreamt to claim
Are nothing but a shadow wrapped in flame?

To spread my wings, the world insists,
To rise, to soar, to not resist.
To fly without fear is what they ask,
But is it joy or just a hollow task?

A loop of life, a circle tight,
I fear the trap of endless flight.
So here I pause, my wings at rest,
To find the path that feels the best.

I’m not content where now I stay,
Yet climbing won’t take pain away.
This loop of striving spins me thin,
A race without a prize to win.

For not all flights are meant to last,
Not every dream can bind the past.
Sometimes to stop is to begin,
To find the peace that lies within.

So here I stand, unsure, afraid,
Amid the dreams I’ve always made.
To chase or stop, to rise or stay
The choice is mine, and mine to weigh.

Not all who fly must touch the sun,
Not all battles fought were won.
Sometimes the bravest hearts will choose
To rest their wings and not refuse.

The weight of wings, the call of skies,
A war of truths, a web of lies.
Not every climb is meant to be
Some flights are chained, some set you free.

- Sakshi Jain🪽