Tilting at windmills, wilting Kicking an anthill, killing Slowly decomposing landfill I'm on a plane evading sleep in neither the aisle or window seats These thoughts lack words Homesickness hurts but being bored is worse I was totally nervous to go to Japan My words never land standing upright Despite everything I've seen, I wish I could believe I'm sick of sleeping on airport floors, aimlessly wandering through airport stores Everyone I see enjoys this more than me But, I don't think I can perceive that this happening Maybe I don't believe that this is more than it seems Why don't I feel differently?