In a sky full of people, only some want to fly, isn't that crazy?

How long do we have to walk before we get to it?
How high do we have to climb before we see it?
How deep do we have to dig until we can feel it?
How quiet do we have to become just to hear it?

And why, when we've walked so long, climbed so high, listened so hard and dug so deep, does it move, change shape or disappear?

It's so close now...