From way up here, here’s what I see
The ocean meeting the land effortlessly
The ground in a hurry just rushes by
Through the tiny portholes from my ship in the sky
Staring endlessly with unbroken views
People sleep whilst lives are on snooze
A sight of the horizon would make my flight complete
But the people are asleep in the window seats
I hide disappointment and continue to smile
Whilst being nudged by people walking up the aisle
Lots of people crammed in to tight spaces
Can I go and sit down with the cases?
As we descend the sights get clearer
Places define as ground gets nearer
It still amazes me, the ability to fly
It’s still the greatest way of getting high
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