I've got organs in my throat,
Vying for more space,
Spurred on by the crackled voice,
Calling out the gate,
I pat down my passport,
Gotta feel it with my hand,
A drop of pitless dread,
And I start panicking,
I empty out compartments,
Zips ripped wide,
Like a laundry basket emptied,
In the middle of the aisle,
A friendly tap on the shoulder,
I think they're pushing me along,
But they're pointing to my hand,
And what it's holding on,
My thoughts drop away,
Like water through a sieve,
My passport's in my hand,
I can't believe,
A brain could fool me so,
With wracking drops of sweat,
That I'd forgot my passport,
Make me feel a wreck,
A mind could add it's blinders…
AAAAAnd, ran out of time. Well that was a fun little journey! Oh the joy of internaitonal travel. Are you gonna be late for the flight? Forget your passport? Forget all your clothes? Lose your mind? Maybe all of those things? Why not!