Up in the Air

Up in the air is where I 
    say my prayers,
Amongst the soul blue and the ethereal clouds 
    is where I feel closest to myself,
Secretly believing that my words are closer to their destination,
     I subtly ask,
       Where would you have me go?
       What would you have me do?
I stare at the clouds passing me by,
    And I know, I know they have heard me
Reflecting back the expanse of my heart,
    I hear them whisper, loud and clear,
       "Be right where you are...."

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