Before,
Imagine travel by plane
to Amaze new sights faces you’ll
never see again oh, the stories
and then the departure boards
full of cities you may
you could
decide to visit right now
by walking through
a different gate
But every time
instead
it smells stale
the other faces tired and
not looking at anything but
where they wish
to have never left
or dream they’ve already arrived
The journey itself lost on us
Puff Of Smoke Poems 