Julie Bukowski
07-10-2007, 09:24 AM
It's hard to remember the people,
strange to see the divisions in land,
Thirty three thousand feet in the air,
it looks like a snapshot that portrays the perfect image of serenity,
Peace,
The problems of the world are utterly meaningless here,
worries of crime, hate, poverty, and war are non-existant,
What the world is,
just a glass globe,
spinning precariously until an inexperienced hand causes it to fall,
From where I was, I am,
and thus can control nothing,
can fear nothing,
I will sit back,
and float on.
strange to see the divisions in land,
Thirty three thousand feet in the air,
it looks like a snapshot that portrays the perfect image of serenity,
Peace,
The problems of the world are utterly meaningless here,
worries of crime, hate, poverty, and war are non-existant,
What the world is,
just a glass globe,
spinning precariously until an inexperienced hand causes it to fall,
From where I was, I am,
and thus can control nothing,
can fear nothing,
I will sit back,
and float on.