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