Is somewhere I get to go.

I love traveling,

When I step into that airport,

I feel a breath of potential,

an unmatched energy,

Where I could go anywhere,

A step into a new life,

By just one flight,

I am surrounded with so many different people,

Assorted bags,

Personalized tags,

Where everyone has their own life,

compartmentalized carryon's varying in size,

Each person tells a story,

how they walk,

The way they talk,

Their own personalized style,

From their hair to their socks,

The glasses in their bag,

The booked they tucked away,

Giftshop souvenir's where they overpaid,

So many story lines in transition,

The places they are going,

Or have been,

An observers dream,

Written within the booked seats,

There may those people that cut the line,

are unaware of people's time,

or forget how to speak to others,

We forget a soft smile can go a long way,

Remembering a simple act can be a mark in someone's day,

That though the lights may bright,

The delays add irritation to your time,

Surrounded by crowds and lines,

You have the potential to go anywhere,

Whether it's a long-deserved vacation,

finding some much-needed relaxation,

or heading somewhere to fuel a fixation,

Maybe, just at another works day in,

There is immeasurable potential,

That rushes through my soul,

I could wait all day,

Because I know,

On this plane,

Is somewhere I get to go.