Thirty thousand feet below

Worlds pass by, but no one knows

How high I fly, while I’m up here

They can’t see me; I’ve disappeared

And, while I’m here, the past is gone

No memories, I’m moving on

I’m flying high, can’t drag me down

Only smiles, I’ve forgotten frowns

The world is small, its problems, minute

So, as I fly, I give a salute

Thanks for the memories, but I’ll let them go

From this day forward, it’s onward ho

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