A.N.: I don't know how long I've had this written on my desk, it's been a good three months or more. I wrote it at work one day.
The crystal clear blue sky beckons to me,
Sucking me in like a moth to a lamp,
Drawing me away from my duties.
Standing at attention my mind leaves my body,
Soaring through the air and clouds I fly,
Wind cooling me down I take in the scenery,
A completely different picture than yesterday, yet the same,
I wave to the pilots next to me, cheerily waving back.
An angry voice sucks me back into my body,
Just as I start believing the fictional creation I've made,
And I wish, if only for a moment, I was free to fly in the sky.
A.N: It was a beautiful day when I wrote this. I had gone outside for a moment to observe it and started to daze out when I got in trouble. Then I wrote this on my next break.