I am waiting to fly again,
When I invent new things and the world is bright and full of life.
When I am able to come up with new ideas and make new things.
Meanwhile, I am in present day doing mundane tasks,
Instead of thinking in terms of new processes, I doing individual line items
Instead of thinking of other’s needs and caring, I focus on my "ownness"
So I hope the winged bird of happy genus visits me again
And until then I wait and wait…