The moment the wheels,
took off from the landing strip.
I prayed to God,
the aircraft’s would fall from the sky.

Burning every last piece of me,
to the ground.

I have to stop traveling,
to this place of pure destruction.
Where their words eat at me,
like poisonous snakes.

No matter how many people,
I love and care for,
this place was never a home.

It was always meant,
to be a pitstop,
on the roads I travel.

I know I’m meant for something better.