Oh you wanderer of distant skies,
You are an eager explorer of heights,
Left behind the ones who hate you,
Unbothered by the hell underneath you.

Searching for beauty around the world forever,
Never realising you're the most gorgeous sight ever,
As I sit here explaining your wonders,
Your vision's inside those frightening thunders.

Wish I were you, only glory I'd view,
No pain or suffering or blood shed dew,
I'd fly high, oh wouldn't that be so well?
For down here the entire word is a living hell.

Not even a slight gaze you grace me with,
When leisure's over, it's wind you hang out with.

© RG