Up In the Sky

Up ..in the sky On this man made bird I fly Away from the streets of chaos To the clouds white , fluffy and sublime. Flying to a city miles away On the other side of the globe Different from the home you know Anticipations are galore One sees around the faces that are bound Some to meet dear ones Some to a greener pasture found Some too old that suffer the journey Some so young that that they cry plenty The long flight hours Evoke thoughts like flowers Of what has been achieved And what lies ahead In the path you chose In the life you own Faces that on ground are always tense Seem relaxed and smiling which is rare Almost like a pause in between The maze of tensions our lives constantly breed The stillness of the flight Does relax ones mind Wish one could Do this more On the ground on what we call home Cause as soon as one lands You can see the restlessness back To grab your bags To hail the cab To rush to office To make some more profit To buy something more To make calls galore To worry and get bored To be loved or ignored To be healthy or sick To be poor or rich To be irritated or upset To be wanting ...that never ever ends No doubt though it may be a few The hours in the clouds Were so calm and cool It does give one a good insight To where one stands in ones life Thoughts in a place that gravity defies High ...up ...up in the sky.