Riding in business class is pretty damn good.

What more could they possibly offer in 1st Class?

Maybe no smoking?

Do we get another poem/

hard to say.

I’ll give it a try.

gone are the pretenses of young lost bravery

surrounded by a sea of mediocrity

unable to rise above my own.

I’ve have settled for the slow death

Impotent and drooling thoughts

give hope of riches and power

I have abandoned the mountain

no where have I found the path

falsehood shines like a beacon calling