As I look around of what is now, but only to try avoid the moment I find myself in. 
As the polished clean tiles beneath my feet reflect an upside down realm as Peter Pan found himself chasing his shadow only to discover  that looking down hides what’s really around him. 
From the nations and cultures that find themselves underneath the same roof, as confusion sets in the mind frame of what makes one different. 
Not only now but what the next generation that follows, as the get dragged behind what can be labelled following footsteps. 
No interaction amongst fellow man taking place, but seeing what the eye can see as everyman stands out, igniting a pulse of wonder where he or she shall be as the days that follow before them. 
Everything is in slow motion, as the sounds echo through your skin making you want to turn your head to see what your eyes have missed out on. 
Any moment now as the clock strikes the time that I have been waiting for. No more I stare into the tiles beneath my feet as that realm was nothing more than a hypnotic state of mind of a distraction of the beginning that shall be called the connecting flight.