Life is like an airport
With arrivals and departures
‘Cept there’s no turning there
Once you’re truly up in the air.
Some make it through. Some don’t.
They never get past
Customs or immigration.
Some lose their luggage
And live to the fullest.
Some have all the time
Watching more arrivals
More early departures.
But when you’re, oh, so delayed,
You’d want to depart yourself
See what’s behind that gate.
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