Poetry / Wish You Were Here..?

We tear the sky
with municipal engines
and happy holiday makers
thinking it a rather novel idea
to be in the sky
going somewhere that isn’t home
ironically they are all wrong
for they are in the same sky
as they would be anywhere else in the world
only their flight of fancy tells them different
and home cannot be beaten
for comfort or pleasure
otherwise we would not come running back to it
as for drugs and doves
both are one
i see pills called doves
that make you fly
despite a murderous sky
without the added metal wings
so all is one and one is all
the whole globe
is crashing in on itself.