Mmm
Beer.
What is it about airports that make me feel,
I've gone away? Just disappeared?
The possibilities. .
Break from routine.
Holidays! Adventure!
Getting there with hours to spare...
The line might be long:
We must check for bombs!
No explosives. Just amber fluids. And a packet of chips for salt.
Maybe the memories of times long gone,
Isn't it strange how memories linger..
Retain a power: point their finger.
Nowhere to go. Nowhere to be. Until: it's on!
Flight FQ 821 now boarding at Gate 27.
The hustle and stress: Where's my seat?
It's reserved ya dill! Get a grip.
Relax again, and feel the power
Tonnes of metal do battle
With gravity.
Up. Up. Up, away
Bound for adventures far away.
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