I sat quietly upon the terminal chair
Wasting time while I waited for my flight
I watched the people race back and forth
Moving like ships passing in the night
Most did not smile or even grin
Their faces blank like slate
With no indication an adventure was to begin
Mindless zombies congregating at the gate
I wonder always about their lives
And where they have planned to go
I fantasize about their histories
Realizing fully the truth I’ll never know
I speak sometimes to one or two
And chat nonchalantly about the day
Some respond and talk right back
Others just turnaround and walk the other way
When at last its time to board
And everyone races to take their spaces
I’m still amazed about the lack of excitement
For adventure awaits in new places
