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Feb 2014
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
february 4th, 2014
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Daniel Farnam
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