We each have our own, perhaps yours is home
To the daydreams you forget, until they can fly.
Where desires withstand reason alone
And simply board the path less travelled by.
Our collective in-between, where time stands
Still, stuck inside reading people’s faces...
Excited to see where his hello lands
While her goodbye: woefully unlaces.
My own airport is neither here nor there.
A perpetual state of frustration
Waiting for a plane that’s happier elsewhere;
Lacking the sense to change my destination.
I'm too far gone. So, naively, I stay
Hoping tomorrow brings more than today.