My Deepest Fantasies

My deepest fantasies are high. Into the deep I would not go. In them, I'd soar with birds in sky and watch all things that are below. All on my own, I long to fly. My deepest fantasies are high. I’d drift with wind where I’d belong, and with wind's whispers, I would sigh. No revelries of wealth have I. I’d rather lift like a balloon. My deepest fantasies are high. Perhaps I’d even touch the moon! My body once again would be without its pain, and I’d feel spry while moving like a dream and free. My deepest fantasies are high.