Too many times
I've shuffled my feet through
Too many lines
Hard concrete floors
And far too thin carpet
All marching like drones
As they fall from the parapets
In too many airports
I've spent too many days
Spent nights roaming corridors
In a bone-tired haze
Awaiting a journey
That may not or it may
Slow unmoving waits
At the end of long day
We travel for pleasure
For work or for need
We leave behind loved ones
Pray return with true speed
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