I await my vacation tomorrow to fly far away from the foreign land.
I wonder why I fly? wonder why in my sleep tonight.
Is it because,
The seats are booked paid upfront, already as I desire to fly to visit my home,
family and friends?
The plane has a pilot and a crew to take care of me on flight, to make me home,
safely through the clouds and turbulences?
The owners bought the company a new machine to add their fleet, to raise more capital,
to spend on luxuries?
Or the engineers attended in endeavoring task of perfect assembly of it, for the salary,
they are paid by the hour by their employers.
Why do I fly? Why do I fly?
Is it because,
It is faster than a ship, and I am not old enough yet to travel on a cruise until the retirement?
Or else is it the wind which lift the metal up against all odds, which makes me fly tomorrow in the skies?
Do I owe Wright brothers, or the people who died trying to build a marvelous machine of our times?
Or the greed of the man, who wants everything to be conquered and controlled before he perishes?
Why do I fly? Do I fly?
Is it because,
There is still plenty of oil to burn in the sky and the hole in Ozon is not big enough for the governments to make it banned?
There are no missile launches scheduled tomorrow used in ballistic kind of wars?
Or there are no storms, smooth running engines, well maintained craft and ground by crews?
I fell asleep without no answers as too many variables were there for me to count.
Thank you for reading: Why do I fly tomorrow?
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