Tuesday, March 09, 2010

Flight B20278

it's all about the pilot

said the anonymous man beside me

you'll know it

how the plane make it to a landing

when it's shaky, it's a man

when it's smooth then it's a lady

how can that be quantified?

i said to him silently

accelerating lights passed my window

filtering what is real

from the city full of whims and delusion

what does it takes to be fully aground

when your finger tips are bursting

i hope it's gonna be a lady

my mind told me

crisscrossing my thoughts

of the unseen pilot

here goes

the destination

devoid of notion

well, i'm bound to get lost

so it won't matter anyway

even if the plane lands safely

or it will crash, leaving

hands gripping

on seats

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