flying

To have that seemingly endless view – to have that freedom

How amazing it must be to fly

To look past miles, and speed forward from fears

Not worrying who is going to pass you by

The strong gusts of wind, the cool mist of clouds

Never having to look down

You are surrounded with fresh, crystal clear air

You let the wind carry you, until you reach another town

Another place to land and venture

Another place to call home

Then once you’re ready, you pick up speed again

The sky is the limit; up there you are truly all alone