Time of Departure

It’s a masquerade A chaotic, hopeless mass Imprisoned by choice Waiting on a plane Some are there on business Others vacations Some to bury the dead But everyone is important And everyone is someone First class, business class, no class We are all self-important And thus meaningful We need this validation Otherwise we are just people Like everyone else But all of us have the same destination We are just taking different flights In the end we all end up with nothing But an estimated time of departure.