For all it was a curse, an unattainable destiny.
But then, maybe it was a blessing,
Bestowed on only a few.
For me it was joy, a reason to smile.
But then, for the rest it was just the sky,
Crying it all out.
For some it was a path straighter than any,
But then, there were bends further ahead,
When our road was clear.
For most it was claustrophobic and confined,
But then, for them it was different;
Where they were alive.
For us it was melancholy, sorrow and sadness.
But then for some, it was only then,
That they smiled.