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