Adrift

Peel away
Layers carefully placed
Pages folded
Into little airplanes
Thrown in your direction
Hoping one lands

Secrets like lost suitcases
In airport lounges
We unbiasedly avoid
First-class service rebels
Choosing economy
Over comfort
Or a wing

Span the chasm diverging
Lack the cowardice to stop
Our eyes blink in slow motion
And I wonder
Did we ever cross paths

It must be the pressure
Oxygen masks drop
Head for the exit
The pilot’s jumped
Grab the nearest lever
Pull or push

Play the part so well
Words slip off my tongue
Truths I begin to sell
For blurry company
I have no names left
To bestow