Never alone in the confines of hangars and gates,
I am prone to commentary on the journeys and fates
of terminal people.
World class travelers unknowingly watched,
are fabricated and keenly swatched
into groups of threaded tales.
With stories behind their status-filled cases
as footsteps pound in leather and laces,
I am sentenced to terminal madness in dire straits
due to my relentless boredom and powerless state.