to fly

It’s time to start to change.
By the seashore over the cliffs of life, I open both arms to fly
It’s less than a moment to metamorphosis.
I’m not the way that I used to be.
But life says I should carry on.
Will happen whatever that should.
Heart still beats impatience.
and can’t help flying until tomorrow,
forever, to the invisible.
Maybe, I start again.