30,000 feet

Here I am again,
30,000 feet in the air, chewing bubble gum
but my ears are still doing that funny thing...

Flying is an escape for me.
I enjoy the take-off the most, and the air pockets
the sudden drop when you lose your stomach
and panic a little bit.
Yeah. I like that. I don't know why exactly...
Who else enjoys being surprised at 30,000 feet
with the antisipation that a wing from your survival bird
just broke off and it won't be long until you plummet to
a certain death of tragedy and of course media. They wouldn't miss
an event like that.

But it's just an air pocket
nothing to get excited about...
unless you like that kind of thing.