I choose to soar, seeing all from above in this endless sky of blue or even through heavy grey clouds, I choose to soar.
I’m watching, waiting for you to recognize how you have lost your way, abusing nature’s gifts to you. Your actions prove you are not worthy, at least not yet—it’s almost too late to change.
The clues are prominent and should not be ignored. What are you going to choose? As for me, I only serve as a warning, because unlike you, I can choose to soar above it all.