Flight Plan
Boarding the plane my heart flutters, to think of impending compaction.
The tears well, the stomach turns and the bones begin their contraction
Over and over i repeat, never again will i risk my ties that bind
With a searching for beauty that without them, I may as well be blind.
through media and mayhem, ill witness my dreams that go by
and never reach those destinations through the perils of the sky.
When I’m old and living has passed and the flesh that set forth me is gone,
There will, only then, be no fear - and, like an arrow, i can allow my travels to be born.
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We'll never be as young as we are right now
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