Where was I
I was going somewhere
Sitting in the middle
Of a plane a young boy
In the back talking on and on
At the top of his voice
Everyone else trying
To sleep and in the front
Seats somewhere a toddler
Screaming on and on
It was a performance
Of considerable power
I tried to read your book
About the decisions
We must make soon
I had to rally all my will
And concentration
To endure your story
Of innocence and murder
Endless talk on one side
Endless wailing on the other
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