Airport Suffering

An old notebook writing sometime in 2018

Looking ahead I wonder

If my whole world will be filled with thunder

Is the storm something I’ll travel through

Or like a bridge I’ll go under

Will my whole world be filled with thunder?

Or will I escape my mind and feel the wonder

Because the storm brings rain and rain brings growth

In the downpour will I lose my hope

Is silent solace something I’ll find?

Or will the sound of thunder empty my mind

Are the rocks too slick for me to climb

Or is progress something I’ll have in time

Is the sound of thunder just in my head

Course as sand, heavy as lead

Lightning flashes white and red

Bringing bolts of bright blue fire to my bed

Strong enough to kill me dead

The sound of thunder in my head

With the western winds the storm will pass

Will I break down run out of gas

Look to the future clear as glass

Or will the thunder sound like trumpets brass

Clearer skies in sleep I’ve found

I bask in silence when it’s around

The rain is gone and I hate to swelter

But in my slumber I find shelter

Like ice in fire it would melt

Just like my sleep the calm I felt

The sound of thunder in my head

Loud enough to kill you dead