This isolated claustrophobia, Inside, humans packed shoulder to shoulder, In collective agoraphobia, Neighbors bashfully quiet and colder.
This space among the masses I travel, And thank goodness I’m surrounded by clouds. Up here I can let my thoughts unravel, Amidst the solitude of faceless crowds.
Above the clouds where daydreams come alive, I have the space to write without judgment. Towards Heaven I know my soul can survive, Dancing in the clouds I see your movement.
Up in the air I’ve left the Earth behind, With other aimless souls passing the time. Seems traveling by plane is where I find The inspiration for the perfect rhyme.
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