Fly away sonny boy.

But why?  Isn’t walking this Earth well enough?  Climbing along the dirt and flinging myself in trees should suffice, correct?

Clouds provide more than just shade.  They are cases of promises.  There are homes, and dreams woven within each and every one.  That’s why each person glimpses something different when they look to the sky.

That’s peculiar indeed.

You will finally be freed.

I am not in a cage.  I wander of my own free will.  I won’t be controlled damnit!

Calm yourself sonny boy.  Just look and see, first at you then at me.

Why am I hovering?  And why are you grinning?!

Fly away sonny boy…