Musings at an airport

 Where would you want to go, if you could go anywhere

Where would you want to fly, on a plane that's all yours 

There's a ticket fluttering in your hand, look at what it says

Does it sweep you into the future; does it roll back to the days of yore

What would you want to say, if you could say anything

What would you like to write; a poem? A letter?

Would you tell them you were hurting? The secrets you kept all along?

Close your eyes, hear. Do your words make anything better?

Whose dagger would you not remove from your back?

Who would you let go of, if you could do it without pain?

There were people who left in agony; there were friends who betrayed trust

Feel your heartbeat, listen. Is there a lesson you would rather not learn?

The ticket is yours to tear, the poem yours to write

The letter yours to let go, the dagger yours to fight

Time will keep rolling, child; it keeps ticking away its life

But the lessons are all yours to learn; the story is all yours to keep