When I Fly

I really feel it’s a pity I have to live in a city. I feel a sense of unrest And discontent. The sensory distractions, So called attractions Cause a feeling of fatigue And a sense of ennui. When I fly so high I hear myself sigh, And the white clouds drifting by In the azure sky Fill me with peace. And put my frayed nerves at ease. With my eyes glued to the outside view, And distractions a few, I forget I am in a plane. After long i feel sane. The clear blue and white At 38000ft height, Away from the monotonous daily grind Is just what I needed to declutter my mind. Though there are people around But i am blissfully unaware of all the sounds. I wish I could alight And join the clouds in their flight.