Jet Lag Emotions
What time is is...where am I...it's so late well maybe it's early...I
don't know what day it is,
The plane always does this to me...five hundred mile an hour
turbulence that pushes me side to side,
Can't it just give me a break from time to time...tangerine mountains
spilling acidic peels from it's tips,
I can't even eat a hamburger...burger joints on every corner of every
point of any street on the planet.
Shore birds...mountain lions...national geographic they played on the
plane...it's so difficult to concentrate,
It's raining...its sunny again...what's up with the weather...can't
the plane just land already,
Wait I haven't even gotten off the airplane...jet lag
lagging...rambling like a short man syndrome...why am i so angry,
Can't I just get off...sixteen hours on it...fourteen hour
meetings...twenty two hour flight...I really can't handle this.
Protect the guard towers...even the pilots tired...torrid selections
from every aisle...watch the fires start,
We've landed again...couldn't start living without beginning to fly
just one more time,
When will this end...I just want to sleep...I'm so tired and i have to
get back on again soon,
Time to get one more ticket...then one more before the days out...fly
fly fly...oh my I just need some pie.
The house is short...wait it's long...I feel like I'm dreaming...am i
dreaming...will I ever dream,
The alarm clock blares loudly...wow i really was sleeping...this is
ludicrous...plane jumble blues I presume,
Cameras are going to roll soon...i have to get to the airport...the
meeting is at seven,
Presumably late for it again...I don't want to feel this again...every
day for years to come...Jet lag sagging...dragging on.
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