Airport

Coming into the world
Living in an airport
Walking strolling running
Living a life of a sort

Some eat breakfast
Some eat lunch
Some eat little
Some eat much

At the end of the day
We wait at the gate
To leave this place
The memories we made

Waving goodbye
To everyone
Our time called
Under the sun

We stayed a while
Thinking all will last
In a bustling place
Time moves fast

The present hurts
The past lost
The future fades
All a speck of dust