Passengers
In the plane
Lethargic
Looking for inches
For a better sleep
For a better accommodation.
I hear their breath
Heavy
Unaware
Overly-stresses cattle
In their darkness
Waiting
Pretending to sleep
Passing the time
Going through.
And I'm here
I'm alone
And I'm not
My fingertips have fire
From eyes
Through my phone
A river of light
Looking ahead
I type and I type
I write and I write
I craft and I craft
I don't stop
I continue
I know where I need to go
No matter where I go
I have a true destination I love.