The Oval Window

Walking through the isle with the ticket in hand,

I Looked up to count the numbers one by one

Until it was mine to settle down.

With the sounds of travelers and engines

Everything was bustling with life all around,

Eager to complete the tasks at hand.

When it was time to move on,

The outside became lifeless

With concrete and asphalt left behind.

Looking through the oval window

Everything became smaller

And I felt I could see the world entire.

With the clouds passing by

And cities like maps on paper,

Everything seemed so peaceful outside.

There was no sign of pain and suffering,

Neither sorrow nor grief,

And the troubles of man were far from sight.

If this was the view from up above,

Does he think it’s always peaceful down below?

Or is he just a character from our imagination?

The reality is that upon landing

Life is everything it has always been

A disproportionate mix of everything.