On the Wings of Dreams

Again I was stumbling but this time amongst tables and chairs that dared to slow me down. Marketers who wanted compensation for my desperate fleeing that tumbled their wares threw rotten produce but my feet were too nimble and not yet strained by the exertion of distance and time. I was able to leap side to side, dodging, from wall to wall, scaling outstretched poles to swing past windowsilled roo...