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.
