The Letter in back on my feet again

there was a feeling i would get...

when i spent my days traveling...

setting at my gate watching frustrated people stomping by...

i was anxious...

nearing frustration...

and calm...

there was nothing i could do to make the hands o the clocks move any faster...

anxiety, frustration, serenity...

i knew when the plane landed...

when my luggage was collected there was a plan...

my drive would be anywhere between 3 to 6 hours home...

fill the tank, road food, new smokes...

drive and smile...

i was going going home...

i dont have that feeling now...

when  do...

when i do....