Sky

I look out the plane's window and wonder why we need this sky,
The clouds in the distance, and as my chin reaches up,you are the only star i see up high.
The wind blows by, kind of like how our problems should be,gone.
To my right the sunset,and to my left soon will be dawn.
The wing of this machine guides its way out to the air lifted capacity,
If I was to jump off the edge, I wud fly up, and not get pulled in by my hearts pounding gravity.
I would wait forever, till end, to go around this planet,
I would not mention to you what I have done, because I myself did not plan it.
For me, there's oxygen,and in the sky I shall live in,
Till death would you rise, and meet me in heaven.