WestAfrica

In the quiet of the night,
I wait at an airport, empty and still
The clock ticks, but my flight's late
With nothing to do, I sit and chill

The lights flicker, casting a soft glow
On rows of empty chairs and gates
All around me, the silence does flow
As I keep checking my phone's updates

Finally, I hear the announcements
And gather my things, ready to go
The journey ahead, a new adventure awaits
With a smile, I board the plane, it's showtime!Les mer