Thoughts from the sky
Do you ever feel as though you’re stepping to someone else’s drum? Constantly parading though the cattle rungs of life’s airport security, willfully and quietly submitting to these entrapping rules meant to make one feel safe…why do I have to take my shoes off, what difference does it make if my toothpast is 3.5ml instead of 3.3?
I suddenly have the urge to pick up my dull black roller bag and heave it straight through this bureaucraticly smudged window standing in front of me. I dream deep emotional…even spiritual fulfilment in that specific moment…smelling the distant ocean air, as I sprint down the gusty runway. Would these hopeful thoughts reach true fruition or would my granite skull go crashing into Trumen’s painted wall, corralling me back down this giant container, until I find myself awake in this very line, obeying each arbitrary command, as I wait for my chance to beat out that same rhythm, recite that same rhyme…….
