What is it, to fly?

Today, I swung.

Swang?

The past tense form of swing.

Anyway, I went to my old elementary school (which is only like 3 blocks away anyway) and swung 'til my heart 'twas content. The only thing I could see was the sky and birds. Silly little me was so envious of those birds.
When you look at the sky, what do you see?
I see an opportunity. Beauty. The whole world is mine, it is what I make of it. But all I want to do is fly. Fly away. Like Kelly Clarkson says: "I'll spread my wings and I'll learn how to fly/I'll do what it takes 'til I touch the sky."
Oh I yearn! I long! I belong in the sky! When I look at the birds the sky seems so much bigger. When you look at it, it looks like a ceiling; small. But when you see a bird flying high above, it becomes so much more. And I belong with the clouds!
So I swing and swing and tilt my head so all I can see is the sky. It feels like flying but I'm not going anywhere. Girls like me just hope and hope that one day we'll jump out of the swing and we'll stay in the air. Gravity has no control over me! I yearn! But I can't fly.
Oh, how I yearn to fly. Just...fly......away.........