Imagine
Alfred F. Jones

Imagine for a moment,
That you're flying a plane.

What do you see?

Are you above the ocean?
A desert, a forest?
Are you beneath the sun?
Or the endlessness of a starry sky?

How fast are you going?

Mach 1, 2, or maybe 3?
Or are you flying a prop,
And going 100 knots?
As fast as you can push it?

What are you doing?

Observing?
Maneuvering?
Landing?
Fighting?

Can you look around?

Can reach out for the clouds?
Can you see the earth beneath you?
Can you see clearly the instruments around you,
As easily as you see the things miles below?

Then you have no idea how jealous of you I am.

(A/N: Because Alfred wears glasses, he is unable to fly airplanes. Military pilots are required to have perfect vision to fly, and in my head cannon, Alfred is probably jealous of pilots because they can fly but he can't.)