My Emergency Window

All my journeys have been marked by the 
Emergency window

I never looked outside to see the world pass by

My eye always looked at the window 
as the world said goodbye

I am more of a destination person,

not a travel freak.

So did the window kept reminding me

To jump or not to jump out 
was not the question

but off the beeping reminder 
which silently murmured 

about the occurrence 
of a waiting disaster.

The bold red border 
made my frame

through which I see 
the lush geen fields of solitude 
blur away.

Such contrast!

only says more 
about my longing to be...

To be someone who would 
not be a passenger anymore,

who would wave 
the emergency window goodbye.

I am now 
on the greener side of the world

where no emergency can occur,

I would play with time and curl.

Curl up into many folds of solace 
and dry up.

The bold red paint 
framed me again.

This time it said, 
Emergency EXIT.

and my poem 
had took an untimely, 
accidental last breath,

before 
it jumped out of the window.