pleading this day to let go while i am sinking deeply 
into my seat. watching vague scenes fly by the window. 
and i can still feel the presence. sense the smell in the 
air. feel the weight on my shoulder. but i am almost 
there. adding up the day's final score. looks like i am 
always well behind. hoping the next day to have more in 
store next time. since this one promised it would. and i 
will not ever surrender as long as i will be taken back. 
as long as i can think of something better... at last.