What would you do if you could jump, but never had to fall down again?
Would you rise up to the world above us?
Would you reach up, let your fingers brush the clouds?
Would you go higher? To the ceiling that hangs over us, that keeps us warm.
Would you look up, reach out? Would you touch the sky?
And what if you did? What if you touched it, your fingertips stroking the cold stone ceiling?
Would you be happy? Happy that you found a boundary, a place where you can go no further.
“No, I don’t think I would. I think I would stay here, with both feet on the ground.
“Because here, where I might seem less free, my mind is like the sky seems: