He stands in the middle of the street counting the steps until he’s home again.
Up above the towers of glass and steel winged flight takes us away from home. We soar above the clouds.
I’m alone down here in the middle of nowhere. You pass over me not knowing there’s anything on the ground.
He walks slowly doubting every step he’s taken so many years of his life.
Above the rest of the world people cross the sky on journeys to places they’ve never been.
I hear the planes above moving swiftly away from where I stand.
He finds home the same as it was the night before. Nothing to worry about here, he’s home at last.
People all over the place never knowing I’m here alone. No one cares for me because they don’t even know I’m here.
Jason Whitaker 