Bees first flight

My feet are planted,
but somehow the trees
morph into clouds,

and I, and I,
I spin into the sky,
while the world rolls around
below,
stumbling over
asteroids.

I...
I can see the shuddering, hesitant footsteps
of yet another
leading himself to the chair,
while invisible hands
strap him down and
dump water over his head
unceremoniously.

I can see the light breaking above dawn,
a solid line over a broken world,
where the darkness has escaped night,
and tramples these green plants.

I wonder, as the
unsure bumblebee
breaks away from its honeycomb for the
very first time -
How many ways can we
escape ourselves?
How many fears can we crush down,
one by one,
slowly
painfully
trembling..

And I,
I would run away from this world,
I would escape this reality,
if I could free you, too...

(if I could free you)