Sometimes

Sometimes I want to fly,
to a faraway place,
a land of slow pace,
and people with grace.

Sometimes I want to fly,
to a beautiful street,
where people meet,
and is a visual treat.

Sometimes I want to fly,
to a barren land,
pushed by a hand,
with a magic wand.

Sometimes I want to fly
to my inner world,
veiled and twirled,
with desires curled.