I was so unable to sleep on the plane it isn't even funny. One good thing that did come out of it? A poem! ¡Escrito por mi! Please do enjoy!
As I look out the window I see minuscule cars trekking along the interstate, like ants on their way back to the hive.
Though I don’t know their stories, and they don’t know mine, I can’t help but feel connected to the people in those cars.
Maybe like me, they’re going places they've only ever dreamed about.
Maybe like me, they’re going places they’ve never seen before.
Or maybe they’re not like me, and they’re going places they could get to with their eyes closed.
Even if all of these things turn out to be untrue, I do know one thing:
Like me, they’re going places.
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