The Airportline: Observations

And we run over fields with tears in our eyes, and we stretch out our arms to touch the future which we never loose sight of. Someone looks at their wrist watch and tells us the time, but we can't hear it cause we don't care. You say that we are crazy, that we are different, and for a second you fear that its a bad thing, that we are detached from the rest of the world.
'These people just live on rails, I can't fix my time of space', I tell her as we move towards the future.
'But that's just a line from a song', she says. So we stop and wipe the sweat from our foreheads as the future races along without us.
'What do you mean?' I ask her.
'It's just a line from a song, its not our life. You can't live your life like it's a three minute pop song, life is more than verses and a chorus' she says while trying to catch the breath which she was running away from.
'Says who?' I ask. 'Who says that life cannot be exactly as a pop song?

Queens night is here and if I write something tomorrow it will make no sense and be highly influence by bad behavior. Just so you know.