Yes. It is a race.
Yes. I want to fly.
On feet or wheels, getting pushed or jostled, being taken for a ride …
Yes. I have to fly.
There is no alternative.
Life leaves me not many options.
I will step on someone’s toes.
I’ll scream if someone else does.
Space is limited, and claimants too many.
How can we live in peace, without trespassing?
Life packed in suitcases can’t be left behind.
The baggage goes with the daily grind.
Yes. It is a race.
Yes. I’ve to fly.
On feet, wheels or wings …. or days gone by.
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