Dissatisfied

Rebelling against gravity,
forgetting what comes
with the ground --
the sky sings to me.

Higher, swifter, further:
I challenge winds, rain, storms,
laughing
when I lose 
because
just the sensation of being alive
fills me
unbearably full.

You fall behind
only when you stop trying 
to use your gift.
And why would you,
when this reality
is better than your dreams?