Here we are,
Up in the sky.
All are confident,
That everything is going to be well
Lost in their own world,
Not worrying about the danger.
They'll make it to the other side,
Or would they?
Such a beautiful view,
Looking down to see -
Everything is as tiny as an ant
Makes you feel empowered
Not to sound paranoid,
But the movement of this giant bird,
Due to the pressure,
Makes me wonder if we'll make it out alive.
Would we be able to see...
The beauty of the place waiting for us?
Or are we all going to be....
A part of history?
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RandomIf ever anyone read this... please bear with the poor writing skills, wrong grammar, wrong spelling, etc... this is just a collection of some of the poems, story's or whatever I wrote... and it's very random and written very poorly
