A pilot
So keen with his senses
Knows what to do when the time is right

Climbing into the cockpit
Were they were so many controls
With more confidence then ever
Even not knowing what the day lies ahead

Then he’s

Up


Up



And gone

Above the clouds
He feels like a king
He feels like he really belongs up
Here were all the birds fly

With a strange tickle in his feet
With a strong heat that didn't really hurt
And with a loud roar
Feeling strange in all ways
He finds himself outside of his plane
Terror did not flood him
But joy did instead
Feeling like wing were growing from him
He was gone at moch 2
Then he was gone were he belongs