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43,000 Feet

at 43,000 feet it's easy to see the big picture

Time moves different at 43,000 feet

I feel older than I am

I've left my friends behind I can't even see them up here

At least I'm not alone

it feels like I left nature behind I am so high there is nothing near me

I am on my way to paradise

I have to fight the urge to free fall

plummeting down

going back in time

to where I was before I left

falling is easier than flying

but I've got to keep looking up. I'll never get to paradise if I look down

43,000 feet is a long way to fall. How would I pick myself up from a fall like that anyway?

43,000 feet I will be there soon

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daniel-farnam
American
Published
Feb 4, 2014
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february 4th, 2014

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