30000 feet above ground someone asked my name,
I said nothing.
My eyes were following orange clouds
as they drifted.
They had never been so close.

A tiny screen before me was moving.
The plane on the map
travelled at the speed of light,
despite my attempts to delay it.
The captain announced we are
an hour from the destination.

30000 feet above ground someone else asked my name,
I still said nothing.
My mind was chasing light from the window
where we used to read next to.
It had never been so distant.

Constant angry stares from the calories table,
the small pack of crisps burns
in your stomach.
Crisps give you a love handle, they say.

Too many fruit meals makes
it difficult to think or see.
You decide to go jogging anyway
Persistence is the key, they say.

The next morning, they will find you
in the sports ground, lying
next to an advertisement of Perfect Shape.
What a tragedy, they will all say.