At the Lake

At the Lake (by Jan Elgroth Talvinen)

Prepare for flight!

I looked around, below, and took off.

Into the light!

I shout and went for the place above.

To reach the shining crown

But in a while the motion changed

I was turned around, deranged

And started falling down

In one blink of an eye

I felt my skin was chilled

I held my breath a while

Then watched the liquid field

I knew I didn't fly

And though I know I never will

Up I go, keep trying still

And shout: Into the light!