Mission Poem by JJ Evendon

I'm a man on a mission – if you please.
Dressed up like James Bond – boots on skis.
Going hell for leather – rocket to the moon.
Everything is a blur – I'll be there soon.
She rang me this morning – must have been asleep,
dropped the phone – now broken in a heap.
Does she turn me on – yes she does.
Does she turn me on – yes she does.

Wheels lifting off the ground – feel the air.
Looking for my heading – not sure where.
Climb above the clouds – taking a long time.
Got to keep going – things looking fine.
Blue in front of me – I can see the sun.
Letting it roll and dive – having lots of fun.
Does it turn me on – yes it does.
Does it turn me on – yes it does.

Above this place is heaven – I could stay.
Now I must leave - disappear in the grey.
Lost in a dark world – strange shadows cast.
Mind between worlds – changing descending fast.
Clouds above green below – buffet of a breeze.
Looking for home – flying close to the trees.
Does this turn me on – yes it does.
Does this turn me on – yes it does.