I was on my flight to the past

neither was slow neither was fast

on my way to board a flight

there were not many people in the light

I expected a much more count

But less people reduced my amount

Still I thought of who were around

You were leading the count bound

I saw many when I was glad

But less were seen when I was sad

I still had faith I still had trust

There was a fail ,a sort of pain in my crust

I wished to look at present

Which I see is much more pleasant

This was my only travel

To my dreams  through my gravel.... :(