#92 Space - Flight

I hate this first bit.

Always have, always will

Never quite enjoyed this thrill

A clench of fists, my teeth grit

The countdown begins

I do a check - I've got my things

The safety announcement

Please lift up your cabin trays

Check how to exit on the displays

Departure is now imminent

I strap in real tight, fumbling

I can hear the engines rumbling

This trip is quite short

Due to last a mere two days

Which seems a long way aways

As my mind is on just one thought

I must stay conscious, I must

The engines start their thrust

I feel as if I'm dying

This is a slow but powerful course

I try to withstand the G-Force

And then we are flying

I have overcome my fear

My reward for consciousness is clear

All around me, space

The wonders of the galaxy come into view

In utmost clarity, vast and true

Yet mine is the only wondered face

Some glance briefly, the universe quickly seen

Others look not at all, this trip is routine

I am always sad when I realise

That humanity can so quickly be bored

With that which our discoveries grant accord

But then I see another set of glimmering eyes

The small girl next to me, staring out into forever

I squeeze her hand and we stare, together.

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