I am flying above 
Everything below me dear to my heart
I see and I know but I can not touch
It makes it even harder
Imagine love separated by a pane of glass
Feels of all kinds as I remember my past
What happened, Who with and When
But alas below they will never know my feels
Neither will they sense my presence
For that glass is one sided
Thus so the joys of memories past
Triggered by the sight of the highway from above
The highway that lead to 151
The highway that lead to horlics at 3am
The highway that gave birth to love
The highway that holds all my emotions now
The highway that I tread for 4 years
But this time I am a visitor in a place I call home
Until next time we meet
I  am but a transiting visitor at home