Passenger Poem by Adrian Damian Izdihar

Looking past the clouds up in the sky
I often thought that my feet would be aground
Not that I'm fretting about my travel
After a while, I felt tired staying afloat for so long

Living my life with the best of intention
I never thought this would be my last journey
Yes, I might disappear from the sights of all
And though the search was ended and call off
Never once would I want all of you to feel sad
Above all else, live on below the blue sky