Terminal Madness

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.


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