I'm flying through the air in my generic flying dream
I see generic puffy clouds and generic fields of green
I am happy and alone and I am free
My generic flying poem is filled with loads of generic glee
I swoop through the air as I look around
Boy, I sure like it high off the ground
(Insert something about lost love here)
When I think about _____, I sometimes shed a tear
But I'm free of him/her and I live on
I sail off into the generic dawn
I was so sad, but now I'm glad
Thanks to my generic flying poem.
Tony Lastowka is an interior decorator living in Blue Bell,
Pennsylvania. He enjoys juggling and having his every whim granted
without opposition. This fall he will attend Hartwick College where he
will major in being cool.
