i asked my father if i could swim, and he said that i would drown.

The Sea would imprison me he said if my feet had left the ground. So i walked out to the water, and cried out how bout now! He said, a little bit further, Son, and then youll leave the ground. i stepped on sand then stone, from hollow ground to sturdy. The sky was at my level as I gazed at the birdie. The Sea brought me a new idea, the urge to flee to the high. i asked my Father if i could fly, and he said, sure, Son go try. i jumped as high as i could. Still, i landed on the ground. i saw my Father pull on a chain, then i knew that i was bound.