If I could I would fly high again in the sky
Looking down roads In and Out they do travel all about!
But everywhere I look,
closely at the roads most… are not.
Instead their brains are in their hands and they can’t think:
Do not ask your palm witch, which is it?
Roads I should take people to see. Not me!
Wind in my face
NO Hands Free! Mine are tight on the stick.
I feel the wind it’s clear in my mind my eyes see straight ahead my plan,
follow through that will do.
Look Look Look again No brain hand for me.
My hat sits on top my head.
What about you dears!
Shut off the phone, Don’t need that tone.
Fly straight ahead