My Worries on the plane.
I can do nothing but can be done.
My eyes stared but my fear struck.
My hands can not stop to catch it up.
The pandemic comes and the journey becomes long.
Healing was not clear.
The war was going on there.
Like the vaccine brokers smug there.
This is not just about viruses and illness.
Money has become King.
Humanity has become number two.
Open and close and it's the same thing.
The beauty of the world can no longer be enjoyed.
Because everything is so limited.
In the past, my trip only one day passed.
Now, and then I don't know what happened.
