It's a small world, is a saying I have heard.I find it more true than I have realized. When I walk outside, I see a never-ending sky, but when I look back down, i'm earth-bound, unable to see the world as the sky does. I envy the sky deeply, and wish to one day float above on a cloud that can take me everywhere, to see everything. But I know that it will never happen. I roam the place that I have familiarized, the same boring paths I have walked, and long to have more of the world revealed to me. I feel trapped, like a tiger in a cage, pacing back and forth, longing to be free once again. The buildings around me- the bars that hold me in. The sky- the ceiling of this unseemly cage, mocking me, reminding me that I cannot escape. I feel my world is too small, and I long to get out into wide open space, to be free of my building-disguised prison, and to watch the sky into foreverness-- and imagine places I've never been, that maybe never exsisted but in my imagination. Freedom is what I yearn, wings are what I aim for.
Man, I hate feeling trapped in, and that's the feeling I've had for a couple days now. I look up at the sky and feel like running like crazy to a place that's uncharted and untouched. The first thing I'm doing when I get the chance is TRAVEL. 
