I detest flying
Every time I do I feel constrained
I always seem to be seated
in the same spot
A spot without access to
the drink cart
one that is not near a bathroom
Or beside that one annoying guy
who talks to me all the time
I just want to pull the shade down
over the window
and get some sleep for once
But I just can't seem to do it
Sometimes, when things seem really dark
and I feel like everything is falling down around me
I begin to wish
that I wasn't
a pilot
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
wow, truly incapturing of a pilots life. I like!