The mind flight station

 Inside the aeroplane of my life
Formality of airports
My own level of discipline
I always say no

I deny the outside power
These turbines have become robust
Sending me far above the skies
Why am I always flying

I cling to the wall inside the plane
The plane shakes
panels start to loosen
Twelve thousand feet above

Inside my mind 
it is an airport
Busy confused and chaotic
Every thought lining up at each gate

There is nowhere to sit
There is only a sense of forward
I deny the clouds outside
At this altitude I get nauseas