A-Z Day 4 - D for Dream

 When I look through the air

And cogitate over my existence

I feel like a critter

Stamped into a sheet of metal

Bearing an ironical identity.

My name drags me down 

With its mythical weight.

I spread my transparent wings

Like a glider

And skim through lowly altitudes

Grazing on stained glasses of illusion.

I see so little, seek so much

Tied down to these limitations

Of my physics.

Sometimes, the distance between 

My real and surreal

Flickers inbetween

Mocking me of this trapped being.

I smile and drift

Into acceptance of my confines

And dangle onto dreams

Of flying in freedom

Over the vast blue skies

Blurring the distance

Between my real and surreal.