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I walked into the airport with my usual grimace   Seats colder than my heart when I heard the news From Ohio to Washington, such a distance I complained to my parents but their decisions were tightened with screws People walking, phones ringing Luggage strolling, my head exploding This place functions like my worries, they never stop So rushed, so focused, the ball never drops No time to stop and hear what I think You’d have to read an endless book printed in faded ink People never try to see behind my disguise My smile dies but mind survives The struggle to board the plane that would change it all I wish time could stop, give me time to stall Out of their hands, the tickets would melt Along with the ton of ice my heart felt That’s what I needed right then and there But I’m sick of this line, “Life isn’t fair” A dreadful motto I can’t bear to listen to Or the breathing of this airport Its well-deserved smothering is well overdue But they got something running here Something that can’t be delayed An intangible eternity Ignorance perfectly portrayed
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
Cross Country Concerns
I walked into the airport with my usual grimace   Seats colder than my heart when I heard the news From Ohio to Washington, such a distance I complained to my parents but their decisions were tightened with screws People walking, phones ringing Luggage strolling, my head exploding This place functions like my worries, they never stop So rushed, so focused, the ball never drops No time to stop and hear what I think You’d have to read an endless book printed in faded ink People never try to see behind my disguise My smile dies but mind survives The struggle to board the plane that would change it all I wish time could stop, give me time to stall Out of their hands, the tickets would melt Along with the ton of ice my heart felt That’s what I needed right then and there But I’m sick of this line, “Life isn’t fair” A dreadful motto I can’t bear to listen to Or the breathing of this airport Its well-deserved smothering is well overdue But they got something running here Something that can’t be delayed An intangible eternity Ignorance perfectly portrayed
OliverTheOlive
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Jan 23, 2015
Jan 23, 2015 at 9:45 AM UTC
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