Sometime I get swayed

Sometime I get swayed
By what people write or say,
Be it a poem or a story.

I want to know them.
I want to be like them.
I fancy soaring to skies.

Ground underneath my feet
I feel slipping away.
I get scared.

And then I hear my mom:
Where there’s a will
There’s a way.

Next moment I hear my dad:
Junior, be careful.
Mountains look so beautiful
When they are far away.