Flying High

 In my dreams I can fly 
Above trees, or
 Below powerlines.

In my dreams nobody cares 
That I soar 
Above the madding crowd.

Down here amongst it
Things are different
People care how high you fly.

Shudder the tall poppy,
Watch your back
The high flyer. 

I wonder if we all flew
High or low
Would the walker be envied?

Nothing to fall from.
No need to be guarded.
Casually moving forward.

I will fly in my dreams.
In the privacy of my mind.
And judge nobody.