Freedom Is But An Illusion
The plane soars in the direction of said location
To the predetermined imprisonment that was suggested
Trapped within the hand of the airline's puppeteer
Your life hangs in the balance of their emotions
A bad day and the dummy is getting ejected
A spacious venue to those with limited luggage space
Enclosed like sardines in route to a holding cell
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