The stratosphere beckoned closer.
Vertigo took its toll.
Soaring higher than we could ever know.
These wings weren't made of wax
They melted all the same.
The ground seemed far once
Now it's as clear as day.
The clouds get out of my way
Their softness is a lie.
Cunning *******
Floating the atmospheric tide.

I have no such luck.

****

I Think I can see my house...

*crunch