I am going far
sitting at the terminal
wide, gleaming windows
at the airport
a traveling pack, all I need
is the money I saved
and a sketch book with pen and ink
a book when I find myself lonely
and the desire to see
the globe before I fall
into eternal sleep
I know I have so much time
but such opportunities
are never guaranteed
now, if you would like stay
that is on your fault
but tonight, on this thin leather seat
I never obeyed that
by the rules of society
so I don't know why
I ever should
I have gone this far
and boarding to go further