I want the seat closest to the window. Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat Ma'am if you don't mind, could you please scoot down while I take my seat. My feet are tired. I have been standing on this concrete all day. Almost sleep on my feet, The same problems exist at the front of the bus just as the back. If you could see past me, you'd see. Yet you turn your nose and grab your purse. All I want is a seat to rest my feet. Lay my head back and dream. I don't want to wear your chains today. The chains used to justify what you see on the news. How you can't see anything past me. How you've wrapped me in chain from shoulder to feet. You don't try to hide your look, I can feel the heat on the back of my neck. How you pick and choose what you like, There is no difference between you nor I, Except color, Other than gender. You watch me from the corner of your eye while I take my seat. There once was a time when I'd have no choice but to sit in the back. Now that I take my seat in the front you move to the back A look of disgust across your face. Boat, plane, bus, passenger seat. Ma'am if you could, would you please scoot down While I take my seat. All I want is a seat beside the window without having to explain why I want to sit this close to the window
I am on the edge of my seat, with excitement. Anticipation for new beginnings to anchor on earthly home.
Energies rise tickling senses, as dark integrates into my light. As those who causing atrocities to humanity are rounded up and exposed.
I am on the edge of my seat, with Intention. Focus to stand as avatar for new times that echo truth. Ready to forgive the dark ones to wish them farewell and move as co-creators peaceful.
NO MORE lies and fake news will be tolerated. NO MORE inventions being held back from the world. NO MORE keeping secrets is acceptable NO MORE controlling us to be prisoners with invisible bars. NO MORE orchestrations that encourage hate. AND NO more abuse of our children will be tolerated.
I am at the edge of my seat with optimism that WE the people will reclaim this planet. That WE will take back our power to live free out of matrex as decreed by God.
I am on the edge of my seat. For it is time to align with love. Yes, tomorrow is here.
New times are unfolding right here and right now. Can you Feel it? Be the change you want to see. Live Love.
Trying to tap telegrams On the back of my phone In a faux leather seat In the back of my mothers car. Anyone will tell you I have a Knack For the contrary And there’s strangely no argument, Where I got it from, The seatbelt sits uncomfortably across my throat, Stopping my words, A space formerly only occupied by her gaze, Though my future career may benefit, My current psyche does not.
A tightness in my lungs pulls me under in a spell of forced muteness. I slide my view up out of the rattling car. The starry sky lighting up my irises and dazzling my brain. Meanwhile the glops of tears forming in my eye drag the streetlights across my visible world. Light torn away from its source for only me.
Going to the toilet was a nightmare, I would hold my *** and poo for hours, For fear of sitting on the low toilet seat, It was pain and toil getting up. Now, a raised toilet over two bricks, And a grab bar, Has made my life Shangrila, No more fear, No more anxiety, Just slip on the seat and RELAX, And do what you have to do.
Arthritis and knee pain had made it difficult for me to go to loo.
Rescue me on the twenty two before I fixate myself on the bitter truth. I passed by the 15 earlier and this scenery I remembered looks much more pleasant than my current view. One to ten was a bumpy road without a single break except this single heart of mine that cracks in the hands of fate.
I always look behind me, never through the windshield, at today's ongoing traffic. My darkness has a grip on the wheel and I currently reside reluctantly in the passenger seat. I've never had any control of my life, it's like a vehicle that's now defective. We're violently switching lanes, me and my enemy in the same seats. I always turn up the radio and sing along so I can forget all of this urgency when I swear every single time I'm meaning to reach for the keys. Please believe me, I didn't mean for this. It's like I'm intoxicated, under the influence. To all the property damaged and to all those who are hurt as I speed by without a plan, all I can do before getting my ticket offer you is a fool's apology. I am the hazardous passenger.
I am a hazard, I'm a vehicle that's recklessly speeding down this crowded highway.