looking out the window,
I see a sense of security.
as the road flies beneath,
it reminds me to stay grounded;
I see the grass and the hills in the background,
and it shows me that the world around me is alive, that I'm alive
and I see my faint reflection looking back at me, tired, but looking for something.
I know those eyes better than anything.
I should be sleeping, trying to salvage as many hours as I can,
but I may not be able to experience this view again,
so I wouldn't miss it for the world.
Sincerely,
seriously, stupidly sleep deprived
