Wheels up, wheels down.
Lost somewhere out of town —
home on the tarmac; comfortably in the clouds.
Must be fate — Hurry up and wait, wait to hurry up.
There’s money to be made, dreams to be slayed —
while my youth quickly fades.
No time to stop, damn the clock.
Work is all that matters; cash is all that flatters.
Let all your relationships shatter.
Hustle forever, no matter the weather —
board the plane and seek fame;
jump the train, heart full of disdain.
Win or lose; it’s all the same —
when you’re trapped in a never-ending game.
November 3, 2021