My seat belt's fastened as I watch
The map upon the screen -
There's Europe and the USA
With ocean in between.
Right now my plane is on the blue -
Atlantic down below
And I've five hours, give or take,
To get where I must go.
The ground speed's listed; I can choose
Kilometers or miles.
The altitude and outside temps
Are shown from pilots' dials.
But all I really care about
Is "time to destination,"
The minutes marking the official
End of my vacation.
Reality kicks in again
When touchdown's been completed
And with the routines of my life
I'll once again be greeted.
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