to fly

On this earth I’m leaving no trace,
I'm getting ready to fly.
Buying increasingly lighter shoes,
And the more wide-brimmed hats.
Any straitjacket for me,
Can become a parachute,
And handkerchief - a sail,
(If I won’t catch a cold).
I look forward to passing solar wind
And I pray for heavy stellar rain,
To finally step
On one of the blazing drops.