Sitting by the window seat
I look out to the puffy clouds;
Far in the horizon they beckon
Dreaming of the day travel resumes.
Hop on board in a heartbeat
Fly somewhere there are no doubts;
No delay even for a second
Let not anyone otherwise presumes.
Where do I want to go first?
A question often posed to me;
Deep thinking, my lips pursed
"Anywhere," I reply with glee.
Nothing can be worst
Do you comprehend what you see?
Maybe this is a curse
But when can we break free?
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