Goodbye, Mr. Ocean, it's happening, wohooo!
Let's go, guys, keep up the motion.
Emotions I can't describe, a journey so divine,
Pools, tanks, underground pipes left behind.
Up in the sky, racing the crowd,
In minutes, they'll call me Mr. Cloud.
Finally, the honor, forever proud,
White and fluffy, oh, so lucky.

Busy looking up, missing the view,
Earth's green and blue, a mesmerizing cue.
So high, birds flying through,
Wind blows, changing paths to Peru.
No, to France, maybe Spain, my chance,
Paris, city of love and romance.
Pass by Rome, sea beside Greece, take a glance,
No rush, enjoy the ride, a cosmic dance.

After Italy, flowing south, Mediterranean sea,
In a distance, the Mediterranean's Bride I see.
Such pleasure, such pride, descending in Egypt,
Feels just right, a dream intercept.

With every mile, can't help but smile,
Above Cairo, the magic starts, free for a while.
Thirty past three, when I was free,
Here comes the rain, down goes the pain.
Up goes the spirit's gain, hiding, but those two girls,
Everyone thinks they're insane.
Oh, they're smiling, playing a little, then we'll drain,
Deep down we'll remain, until someone finds us,
Maybe to help grow some grains.
Hopefully, one day, we'll go up again.

Inspired by A Friend's Status 18/11/2013