What is it I meant to be?

It all began the day I found,
that from my window I could only see a piece of sky.

I stepped outside and looked around...

I never dreamed it was so wide, or even half as high.

The time had come,
to try my wings...
And even thought it seemed at any moment I could fall,
I felt the most,
Amazing things.

Things you can't imagine
if you've never flown at all.

Though it's safer to stay on the ground,
sometimes, where danger lies,
there,
the sweetest of pleasures are found.

No matter where I go,
there'll be memories that tug at my sleeve,
but there will also be more to question,
yet more to believe.

Oh tell me where?
Where is the someone who will turn and look at me?
And want to share,
My every sweet-imagined possibility?

The more I live,
the more I learn.

The more I learn,
the more I realize the less I know.

Each step I take
(I've a voice now!)
Each page I turn
(I've a choice now!)
Each mile I travel only means the more I have to go.

What's wrong with wanting more?

With all there is,
why settle for just a piece of sky?