Terminal

[Verse: Gripp]
The world's at my feet. The early evening terminal's bleak
People dragging all their baggage. I feel surly and weak
Malnutrition; there's no food that's even worthy to eat
In this state, I am awakened from my earlier sleep
To ascend into the sky like a vertical leap
In the belly of this metal bird, a murderous beak
See them directed on the runway, herding the beast
Until it waves its tail at us, turning to leave
Close my eyelids slowly 'cos I need to relax
Over the speaker, woman tells me that it's eating me next
Hand her a ticket. Beast swallows. Take a seat in its chest
I lean back then float on a deity's breath
Sun sets over the mountains as I bid a retreat
Nod goodbye to the city streets, drifting to sleep
Its lights are distant eyes winking at me
I'll remember you with fondness later if we should meet
This is an elegy for an era that's ending tonight
Written wistfully in the midst of this exodus flight
To the raindrops below twisting, bending the light
For sights might not see again for the rest of my life
For streets I walked, places I went, faces I met
Faces I talked to, faces I loved, faces I left
The people behind the faces. Fated, maybe we're blessed
Maybe the faces are all dictating the way we go next
Maybe the only way we grow is breaking the ties
And ripping through all the stitches on which we rely
So maybe the wanderlust is just a gift in disguise
Maybe the only reason we decide to lift to the skies
I recognize my days are finite, I'm resigned to the deal
That our slot machine numbers will arrive on the wheel
So we scurry, learn, and grow as the world is turning slow
Knowing that living this life in itself is terminal
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