Jetpack

At the moment, this is a poem, but it could be a song.


Soaring across the skies,
The crowd shows appreciation with ghasps and sighs,
The power behind me shakes the ground,
I can travel faster than the speed of sound.

Speeding along, the wind in my hair,
The eagles and cestrals stop and stare,
Racing along, jetpack roaring,
Across the sky, soaring,

With my jetpack