A plane on the tarmac waits its turn
It’s crowded on the runway tonight…
A thousand thoughts take off flying into the endless stars
Outside my window
Hand to cheek
Face smooshed into my pillow
Waiting
For that final moment – when consciousness meets the black
And everything fades
Fold up the wheels
Soaring into dreams
Alas
My plane waits on the tarmac
So many thoughts a head
Just
Have
To
Wait
For all of them
To take off and turn
Over
Again
