flying on fuel
spit out into the air
propelled a thousand miles
it's a race

a race of people living
out of laptops and carry-alls
bagage and bathroom stalls
and we take and take

everything just keeps consuming
down to the bone
but then it doesn't end

one day we'll be a black fossil sludge
of what we've once been
and we'll be re-used again

everyone has a direction
fuel it all so it can run
on anaerobic decomposition
of what has once been
we fly through life
always running, until as a race we become
fuel again

like pterodactyls
We're only strays.
I really like the imagery in this. It is really vivid, and I can picture what is going on. I don't have anything to crit, just wanted to say that I like your work on this one