I. Why have you locked yourself in this grey unyielding tower of yours? DidnÕt you have the chance, once, to run, build your own winds and cross the sun? II. It was your father; yes, of course. all you could do was follow- to stray from the path would be certain folly.Ó of course. you had to fall. you had to be sure. III. I see the sun up there; the stars, the clouds, the open free. All I need is a little time, a pair of wings. So be it if I fall. IV. The first step off the ledge, into the sky, the sea- might you miss? First is always hardest: after that itÕs easy or over. V. You, whoÕve lain curled and torn, whoÕve starved and lost, over, over, above all you who are spiritless- oh god, I hope you fly.