When I was young I had dreams in which I could fly . There were no wings Nor the flapping of arms ; But a freedom so encompassing That I rose from the ground . Yet in doing so I became so weary That I could not escape my humanity , And floated back to earth . In the end I had lost my wings Rather I had feet .

Question: What might be true of the narrator ?
Answer: They are too weary to sleep anymore .They are finding life to be a little overwhelming .They are flying away from humanity .The secretly feel like they have wings .