In the limbo of missed flights and stalled plans, each tick of the clock echoes louder,
A rhythm of waiting and restlessness, as time slips away on the ground.
Gates close, plans unwind,
Moments lost I can't rewind.
Grounded in time, nowhere to be,
Waiting for wings to set me free.
Screens flash red, voices fade,
Caught in the loop of plans delayed.
Grounded in time, nowhere to be,
Waiting for wings to set me free.
But in the stillness, patience grows,
Learning to breathe, going with the flow.
Anchored in calm, finding my beat,
Turning delay into rhythm sweet.