As I sit in my leather-like seat on the plane
I recap my life through the sounds in my brain.

Squeaking of pencils, closing of doors
The shushing of feet along carpeted floors.

And that’s all I heard for my Maryland stay
Until we got news that we’re going away.

Then came the vroom of our white minivan
Packed full with our luggage as it slowly ran.

I see the gold sun through the children swinging
All the while, the church bells are ringing.

As I keep on dreaming, I do recognize
The water’s quiet lapping from Kansan Julys.

The tranquility of the scene brings me to
The blaring car horns and streets of Daegu.

The last thing I hear is the buckle of the belt
Strapped safely with me are the things that I’ve felt.

As I sit on the plane, my mind becomes blurred
As I try to conjure the sounds yet unheard.