Clothed in star pyjamas, all of seven years old I declared I wanted to fly

Who would question an imbecile’s reverie?

They said Yes! Yes , you will touch the sky

But now I see….. You are my greatest enemy ‘Gravity’

Your pull and hold, like being patrolled

Your invisible bond, frustratingly firm

Oh cruel foe! You have me pigeonholed

To the sun and moon, I must escape, even if I appear infirm

Lets us reverse your force

No stalling, just free falling into the universe

May your attraction

Boost my acceleration

But in our ability I doubt , physics we can’t possibly flout

I can’t really fly it turns out….