The sleepy fliers
Gently snore
Six miles above
The ocean floor.
The harried crew
Smile and toil
Up the aisles
Of this metal coil.
The lady's had
too much to drink
She's downing gins
As down a sink.
The guilty couple
Holding hands
They're Cheating twice
As love demands.
The rocks and cliffs
Way Down below
The soft white surf
Does brightly glow.
Today I journey
All alone
Above the clouds
So far from home.
What awaits
I do not know
This is my life
But not my show.
It's good to travel
For the soul
To find oneself
Becoming whole
Again
Not so much looking down as across..
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