Not Stopping

If I could fly

I'd traverse the Pacific

Bundle up against the cold

Hungry winds

So not an inch of warm

Seeps through

If I could fly

I'd never land

Not for food or rest

Well

Maybe for a bathroom break

Or two

But no

If I could fly

I'd move so fast

With a trail of supersonic boom

Slammed behind

I'd pack in all my joy

My laughs and hope

And I'd bring them all

To you