For What

Are you really flying Mr tortoise and if so Why are you flying, my dear Is it your foolishness And why is it that You are not entitled to fly I know not your decision To fly is wrong, no never I must say you are to fly It is your birth right You can do whatever you like And since I am within you You can fly that I guarantee But not with the help of Others who are helpless creatures You can fly, my dear by dint of Your own efforts that are there With you, see again and try again To fly, it is not the dream It is the reality in this world try again and again but be cautious Flying is not a big game, do you not know It is as easy as anything like The act of respiration It is as natural as birth and death And living here but you have to make it a habit by constant effort, my dear.