Aircraft..

Don't you just love the attention?
Making me wait for you,
after asking me to be early,
& now sending messages,
about what you are deciding to do.

For your stamp of approval,
there's always a queue it seems,
you check if the baggage I carried
all these years, is light enough,
You screen my dreams.

And then you play hard to get,
Telling me to wait for your call.
Am I the only one?
So many like me crowd for you.
You have got them all.

When you tell us,
that you are ready to let us in,
they all scramble to be the first,
while everyone knows,
that only one of us could win.

I stand back,
knowing you'll still get me high,
store away my burdens for a bit,
and take me where I want,
without ever asking me why.

You are the aircraft,
that lets me leave the world behind.
We could crash & burn together,
or get down & let go, till a new
destination we find.