The hurriedness is there, it never leaves,
exhilarating rush is on everyone's feet
walk, run, sprint; sprint, walk, run; run, sprint, walk
set of limbs striding fast among the rest
the walking-speeds belt helps the tired ones
escalators are snails and stairs seem too steep
it's a punishment, but must persevere
because
the final call is conveyed
gate will close shortly
tube is retracting soon
and thrust finally will lift wings of this humongous beast
(but)
oh no! it's not happening
the security line up is not to my liking
there must be double queue of 50 or so
and I only have 15 minutes to go
come on now, fast! and please, I beg!
For I must still sprint
from gates 107 to 137
all I need is to get in
and give my smile to a lady flight attendant there
Shove in my laptop and coat overhead
Click the belt,
and soon I'll be airborne

And then...
I can relax and glide
above the clouds at certain height
and for sure, I'll be happier no sooner when I land.