Poem: Pilot

I always wished to be a pilot,
(Although I'm afraid of heights)
To tear down the runway
And rocket into the sky.

To feel the motor rumbling,
Unconstricted by highway signs.
To point my nose and boldly go
Wherever I had in mind.

To see a new perspective
On the land below.
The shifting moods of the restless air,
Rising first, then sinking low.

But my stomach rises to my throat
On a roller coaster ride.
I don't think I'd have the nerve
To ever truly fly.