Where are all friends?

They’re off on a posthumous adventure

While you wait for your train

When it arrives you won’t know where it is going

That’s for the Creator to decide

I’ll never understand why the train was so late

But conveniently on time

We’re all just a sucker for the long train ride

So we see our grandkids or something

“We’re not here for a long time, we’re here for a good time”

Is written on the wall

Do you think Walt Whitman would like me?

Or Sylvia Plath for that matter?

They say she ended her life too soon.

No, she just hijacked the controls

Do you think anyone on Flight 11 knew Sylvia Plath?

No, their story was different.

Their controls were taken by miscalculated holiness and fear

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