"crafted wings"

if only clouds were crafted wings,
an escape and answer for us all.
the hearts of men and plants like fiends,
would grow and burn and crawl.

seething pools of rain and snow,
beside beautiful cones and swirls of ice.
high flying demons keep calling to entice,
pull us from answers they all know.

were clouds able to cling to backs,
tear away a frame to regions a far,
there'd be less chaos there to tease,
to break apart sweet dreams' release.

instead the world would be linked,
free travel for the strong-willed.
plenty of dreams to be fufilled,
souls would no longer drown and sink.