Head up, 30,000 kilometers, and she as high as the clouds. The attending attendant switch the lever so now she walking around. Bathroom breaks left her complacent from all the drinks she has put down.
Been trying to escape captivity for a couple of May’s, eased her mind as she longed for those peaceful stays. But if she could only move past her peculiar ways she would then enjoy the life she believes is in form of a Good Day.
Gods way could allow immaturity to speak. However, what’s really keeping little lady from losing all her peace, is a paid shot from the attendant on the plane with the aisle seat. Maybe her plan all along, knew she wouldn’t doubt nothing right, for subconsciously aware her mind raced that of rap song. Intuition ignited and with indecent imminence, imagined immortality indefinitely introduced ignorance… so she paused.
A Good day, no, not at all. She SOS, only reason why, by her distressed call; somebody phone home. Miss lady firing away the way she desperately drinking, she’s now grown? Oh my gosh, Grab the attendant, is her purse gone? Didn’t see anybody with her, oh, she might have came alone. But in first class…..Oh something is definitely wrong.
Figuratively speaking, she reaching, not towards the goals she’s seeing but the stars she seeking. Not saying she’s lost herself, but rather in her self she’s lost. Hyped with the premonition of never coming down the plane had to land. And in a land where souls are lost, one must demand……
That your body, and it’s entirety, is the temple. The most valuable thing on this planet, it’s this simple…don’t lose it, strengthen it. Have a GOOD DAY!!