It's up There

Edge!
Flying ,soaring I keep looking up but mostly looking down
To find someting, happiness,living, anything I left on the ground.
I live on the edge, always pushing to achieve,to last to win not nearly.
I am not afraid to fly but am afraid of what I'll find! What I'll see..
Distress? unhappiness! Unknowingly.
Hoping against hope, I keep looking up and then at my wings, no just my hands...
They are umpty! but I keep looking down
At Africa, Europe,Asia, America,the Caribbean, the Middle east latin America,
I see them all, I observe them all.
But I hear music, see dancing, bodies, the minds, the colors.
There is laughter mingled with anger, the killings, the rapes, inhumanity, hate and anger, starvation, airplanes, bombs exploding, people and a half.. no arms or limbs,
Wars, famine. unemployment, distress, babies crying,
Earthquakes, hurricanse and volcanoes and floods even psunami.
fire, drugs and drinks, 911 and 2 all mingled existing together as one family.
Together, and the music continues down there.

I see them : the big ones, little ones, week ones and strong all metamorphosing
in time.
No! this can't be it.
Happiness is up there somewhere, so i keep flying higher. higher.
It's up here some where not down there.. it has to be.
Oh yes I can see it now its getting closer and closer
as if i can touch it. Just!
With one great effort I enclose it wit my wings.. my hands!
And as the wind rushes through my hands they remain empty
Still clutching, grabbing, longing, reaching but still empty...no wings.

But wait! I am not flying I am lying and I am still down here!!