Conclusion

Well i came to the conclusion
It was an optical illusion
…To see you walking down the street
…I'm on a plane…30000 feet
…I'm high
…Destination unknown, I'm a traveller
…I'm a national geographic photographer
Sitting near the window
…Cursing a stork
…I feel like a complete dork
…For not being able to face my feelings
…It's easier to run
I have a fear of hights
I'm here because of you
…Enjoying an horrific view
…We might land tomorrow
…Tha captain with an echoing Voice
I'm strapped to my chair
…With no other choice
…We might land in a month
…I'm high
…He is whispering : maybe
…The stork is holding a baby
…I'm closing my eyes
…I'm smiling
I'm on a plane
…Fiction of my brain
…Or is it?
You don't need to say
…You love me
…shouting it, without words
Looking through my window
It's you, wearing a super hero outfit
On the back of a flying mule
…I hope the plane will have enough fuel