tiny humans

beneath the vast, watchful skies,

children grow up naively.

tiny humans and their tiny lives,

they approach adulthood bleakly.

below, i watch the street lights fail,

dying like the stars.

tiny humans - so small and frail,

defined by their scars.

14,000 feet in the air,

where i wish i could remain.

my body’s here, i drift elsewhere,

trying to escape the pain.

14,000 feet in my mind,

the ground beneath is distant.

the faces blur, the voices fade,

i slip away in an instant.