where have all the window seats gone.
i don't think i can carry on, without the
opportunity to take a peek, into what
exactly they all speak.. referring to this
great vast place as heaven or as space.
this could be the limbo state that only
offers guidance in the form of a passport.
do i have a pass, to get to and from the
next port? i'm feeling a little claustrophobic
please provide the window seat,
my eyes need to connect with all
the things that seem so faraway
from my feet, when i am on the pastures.
but up here it does seem so sweet, so please
before we crash this plane, just give me
the goddamn window seat.
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