there is something about being in the air I can see downwards, but don't know who's down there it's a mutual anonymity I don't know them and they don't know me all they can see is this white metal at least when we are not in shrouds as we pass through the clouds when I fly, I like to think about what I am leaving behind leaving behind what I know because I have the opportunity to go I can pause my life as I cross lands by class though, I prefer flying at night so I can see all of the city lights then I lose my mutual relationship instead I am a dark secret that maybe someone can see the blinking light of the plane when they look up to the stars Do they wonder who is up there? Do they want to be up as well? Leave their life as it is not for long, just a couple days that's what I used to do as a child back when my unadulterated mind was wild my thoughts were tangled and I saw things lightly it was always a surprise to see a plane fly by me because in the middle of nowhere, there's nothing but I was a child just staring in the sky, and wondering who's up that high