When I awake...

When I awake,

I realize that I am not who I used to be.

I move gracefully,

no friction.

I fly like a feather

Without falling.

I feel as fast as light,

but I am not light.

I think that I may become a special fairy.

My dust that I leave behind is from the intense pain

I feel when I fly fast.

My glow is from the heat of friction-less travel.

My wings are a mirage,

There so you may see that I can be understood

When I obviously can't be.

When I awake,

I will be new.