In skies where wild dreams take their flight, I chase the sun, where day blends night. Clouds part ways in whispering streams, As I thread the heavens, sewn with dreams. A child once gazed with lifted eyes, At wings that sail the boundless skies. The hum of engines, a lullaby, Lifts spirit high as planes glide by. I long to dance with clouds on high, To paint my dreams across the sky. A pilot's seat, my destined place, To roam where stars and sky embrace.