Airplane

I've taken a seat

comfortably

on the airplane

to the port of call.

Long hours,

slow-moving minutes,

dreadful seconds;

the flight isn't over

just yet, disappointingly.

Composure, gallantry, engrossment-

the three core virtues

I must abide by

to stay put and guided

during my airplane ride.

Nothing will be completed

if I grumble or whimper-

I just have to trust the process,

let the pilot do his job,

and tilt my head back.

Before I know it,

I'll be on my merry way

to the port of call-

my ideal, permanent land

I'll soon call my home sweet home.

I just gotta keep praying!

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