Wretched Flight Plans

Take me home winged beast, powered by engine and motor oil. to relish in the home made feast, towards east to love and spoil. crossing the seven seas of myth. let in only with a paper slip, so trivial but of so much power. after the insults and treated like filth, as baggage into economic for the trip, constant knocking and bumping strangers. taking pleasure in packed food and cheap wine. back home greeted with suspicion as wranglers bearing the shame, some other day to shine. so close to home but faraway on the road, to the doorsteps and to knock on the door. dawn and down, the few more miles to brood, final few steps and thoughts of what is in store?