If you want a reason
to not go back,
pick up a little something
and go to an airport.
There you'll pick up more,
be it lack of respect,
to add to the reasons
to not go back.
The more you go,
the more you pick up,
the less any reason
is compelling enough to go back.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hanging around airports waiting for a flight is probably the worst way to spend time.