Briefcase packed, seat belt buckled.
The journey to your new self.
You are waiting for the start sign, but the wind stays out.
In the drought of energy, you wish yourself to a better place.
Flowers let their heads drop. You blow at them to see how they tangle in your breath.
Until you realize that you are the wind you are waiting for. The wind which sets your plane to the sky and brings you to your dreams destination. You are the flow of the river which waters the hanging plants. You are the energy to make them bloom, to make yourself bloom.
Set your wings and run.