Sitting at the airport,
Flying with majestic time.
I feel engulfed by a feeling,
Shared by many in the line.
Where will my plane lead me,
To emptiness or to fulfillment.
The passengers have snacks,
Their stomachs are not filled.
They strut across with proud,
In their own world of shroud.
The lights go dim as I near heaven,
With silence I fly,reflecting in pain.
A sense of content or contempt,
A desire to belong or to let go.
The journey is curiosity revealed,
A macabre after the face in glow.
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- NISHANT DASH
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DAVID ERICKSON
Nice Nishant
November 1st, 2013
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Thanks david
November 2nd, 2013