What I Like? I like

I try to escape before my shadow is fully cast. Flying away , not bothering to notice my wings have fallen off.A sweet scent from far , far away drift across the street corner.And i hear a familiar voice crying out.How much farther can we make it ?. with only the night winds fleeting hopes to carry us. The world trembles like it wants to stop us , taking everything away.I'm not dreaming anymore , and we haven't done anything yet , but we'll keep going.