up in the air, where wise words fall with haste and grace, where the air is crisp and clear,
the sounds of the cars on the motorways below and the proud engine, huming in your ear,
the vast expanse of nothingness, and the infinity of the horizon and beyond,
the 'never needing to pull over' if you've done something wrong,

no ques, no jams, no sets of lights to impeed you on your way,
the many miles from you and me, passing every day,
to look down on his creation and to smile and say 'its mine',
to take a breath of adventure, knowing its not a waste of time,

for some things cant be taught anywhere you live,
and some you may not know untill you die,
but where ever you find extacy, hold it through and through,
like i found my euphoria in the sky.