To fly, or not to fly: that is the question:
Wether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The angst and frustrations of travelling by car
Or to take flight amongst a sea of congestion
And by escaping receive envy? To anger: to frustrate;
No more; and by a flight to say we end
The irritation and the mind-numbing
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a state
Much attempted to avoid. To fly, to be free;
To be free; perchance to tolerate transit: ay there’s the life;
For in that freedom what enjoyment may come
When we have shed our shackles of gravity
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes light of such a long flight;
For who would bear the stench and noise of automobile transportation,
The oppressor’s wheels, the proud man’s V8
The pangs of despised stop lights, the law’s traffic police
The insolence of that driver and the spurns
Of that turn signal.
When he himself might his flight take
With a smile on his face?
Wether ’tis nobler in the mind to suffer
The angst and frustrations of travelling by car
Or to take flight amongst a sea of congestion
And by escaping receive envy? To anger: to frustrate;
No more; and by a flight to say we end
The irritation and the mind-numbing
That flesh is heir to, ’tis a state
Much attempted to avoid. To fly, to be free;
To be free; perchance to tolerate transit: ay there’s the life;
For in that freedom what enjoyment may come
When we have shed our shackles of gravity
Must give us pause: there’s the respect
That makes light of such a long flight;
For who would bear the stench and noise of automobile transportation,
The oppressor’s wheels, the proud man’s V8
The pangs of despised stop lights, the law’s traffic police
The insolence of that driver and the spurns
Of that turn signal.
When he himself might his flight take
With a smile on his face?