Pilot's High

As close to heaven as I'll ever be, With all the world stretched out for me to see. The altitude clearing my mind, All of my troubles left far behind. Higher and higher I always press, Trying to leave the Earth and all its distress. The clouds and the wind and the rain, Are not nearly enough for me to refrain, From climbing up above it all, Shedding my problems, away they fall. Leaving space in my mind for only positivity. Setting my mind finally free. It provides a clearing in the clouds of life, A ray of hope through the strife. No amount of sunshine on Earth can compete, Because it's always sunny and 37,000 feet.