45*21

Can't you see all the suffering?
On this day we walk into buses
No need to pass the dime
Not a word to the blind
It's all we can do to hold our breath
Enough of this charade
Can't climb that sky scraper
Over the tops of many heads
Nodding as I go
Vertical view of everything
Early as the bird that gets the worm
Really feeling like I will get there when I can
So let the sails out
Eventually you may understand
Solo flying is an art
In an any language you may find
Not your ordinary flier
Going in a desert without a hat
So this will be my last hurrah
On pleasant company I may count
Kindness as my mount