To Somewhere Insane

Your plane's been re-routed for winter vacation To somewhere insane, your new destination Instead of Miami, where the weather is hot You're heading to Maine, where it's definitely not Your curse your bad luck; your foot you stamp down You blame those around you, on both sides of town You go to the airline; you rant and you rave The clerk says, "Too bad. Your breath you should save." So what's going on here? What's the message for you? Can there be a hidden agenda of sorts peering through? What's there for you to accomplish way up there in Maine? ~ The answer to that should soon become plain