Travelling Thoughts

I’m sitting here alone
maybe before I’d read something into it
sometimes I feel like I’d rather be home
but I know that I have to wait

the angst of the traveller -
will the destination be worth the trip?
Being stuck in my head is passe
but we’re stuck in transit for hours
navigating in boredom’s familiar ship

a lonely loneliness is a stormy ocean
laughter breaking on the shores of isolation
its pointless eavesdropping on their small talk
their familiarity is a familiarly empty sensation

five metres away seems like five miles
but you’re even further away
waiting anxiously for uncertain news
hoping next Wednesday is a good day

I doubt you’ll get bored waiting