Flying in the Sky
Flying in the sky
The world beneath me,
Spreading out over the ground,
Out over the horizon.
Looking out the window
To see little houses and yards.
Little cars and people
Living their own lives.
You wonder as you look
Who these people are,
Their names and jobs and families.
What these people do.
By the time these thoughts
Have clearly passed my mind,
I'm in another city,
In another time.
Never to know the answers
To the questions I have,
While flying in the sky
With these people beneath me.
Written 1993
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