From on top of the world, I pen down this poem-
As my mind becomes a storehouse of memories;
And my soul becomes an epitome
Of positivity.
White clouds all around.
I'm flying through the stratosphere-
Ten million miles away from the taunting mankind:
Forgetting all my phobias and psyche's.
It's time to forgive and let live.

What is this? Is it heaven and paradise dwelling together:
Making me believe in life forever?
Hid my desires for long-
But now I'm much more strong,
Sounds childish but-
This is where my soul lies.
As I pen down this poem from on top of the world.

I wrote this poem while traveling in an airplane. Seriously, I have never felt so amazing. It is so beautiful from up here. I wish one day, all of my deepest desires will be fulfilled.
This poem is too childish but anyways, *sorry not sorry*