gliding gently, but blindly,
banging and clashing in formation,
they form a vision of a rice pudding.
The luscious green fields,
the tiny dewarfs almost still,
it doesn't seem like they are moving,
but I am moving slowly,with lightening speed.
A shade of orange in the distance,
lightens up the lonely sky,
an imaginary world,aliens and galaxies,
all unite, up ahead in the unknown skies.
The lovely blue oceans,
the tiny white speed boats,
all seem like another world,
a world,faraway from heaven alone.
Engines continue to drone,inconsiderate,
the stewards pass hot towels around,
the glorified waiters glittering in blue,
I wonder what they must feel, serving me and you.
Mr.Pilot,are you feeling blue?
it is a clear sky with radars and radios.
Our lives to live, you must be true
It's only you that can fly us home.
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