Up above the clouds of self-doubting <br />(And also so I can avoid doing the tiling re-grouting) <br />I rise my little chopper, high, high, high <br />I fly, fly, fly into the blue blue sky <br />Nothing going through my head, it's all upon my eyes <br />Just my rising, rising, helicopter, my helicopter and I<br /><br />Michael Emine<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/rising-chopper/
