The plane wouldn’t take off just yet due to baggage issues.
“Don’t we all have baggage issues?” quipped the stewardess.
We’ve been cleared for take off, cleared for the flight of a lifetime.
It’s funny how traveling can more trippy than any drug.
You have your own unique perspective that you filter
This foreign culture through, cracking jokes,
crying at the loss of what could have been.
The things we get preoccupied with in order to stay sane.
How I consciously sit in row 18, always choosing life.
I wonder if my seat mates are doing the same,
But they’ve got their heads up their tablets.
I’d love to ask you a million curious questions,
But you’re too preoccupied with your own.
I’d love to just sit and pick your brain,
But your eyes are on your phone.
What would we pay attention to,
If we were really paying attention,
And not so concerned with our baggage issues?
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