Fifteen thousand and climbing further
Is when it suddenly strikes you:
We were meant to cast off terra firma
And freedom only comes in shades of blue.

Well, I didn't see any blue on the ground;
Only hues of dingy turning grass-
Lost in the engine's soothing sound
Yard privileges fortunately aren't meant to last.

Two more blissful hours until we alit
Too high to see the puzzle cracks anymore
Perhaps it's finding where another piece fits
Or frost on the birches that makes this plane soar.

He was right, I could have done much worse
But this tin man has long since been to Oz
Enough to knowingly steer off course
And still make the journey home his cause.

Home! I am here once again
Content to stay inside my earthly walls
Communing with this more beloved kin
More free to heed whimsy's rejuvenating call.

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