Thursday, April 15, 2010

Way Up There

Eight miles into the sky it reaches
Though all inside are firmly on the ground
Some go for fun, some go for business
Some go to be lost and never found

Their stories of travels
Some love to share
Others keep them quiet
Some people just don’t care

Eventually they all come down
The sounds all go away
But they always tell themselves
They’ll lose it again some other day

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