Thousands of feet high Mind racing Views of the cloudy skies Reminds me of my judgement Connection resembles turbulence, Things have been so shaky Rows with three seats Seems like something has come between us Thereβs a limit to the weight we can carry Too much may result in our plane crashing down Slowly descending Weβve reached our destination Realizing two cannot become one No tears or sadness Just a sigh of relief
Was taking a flight to New Orleans that inspired this poem. Views of the clouds so beautiful. Enjoy:)