Bored.
Sitting at the station ready to get on board.
Late in the afternoon,
Shouldn't we be leaving soon?
A loud, irritated sigh,
As minutes tick by.
If only we could say goodbye.
To this airport, hot and dry.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
God, the constant sound of a clock.
Driving us out of our minds.
The constant reminder of passing time.
Tick. Tock. Tick. Tock.
Time seemed to move in a block.
Minute by minute. Hour by hour.
Only three more hours til we can hit the showers.
5, 10, 20 minutes to go.
Please let me know.
When we finally get away.
To get away on another plane.
