I was bored on my flight and made this.

It reads:

I think we are on

Two different sides

Of the same piece of glass

Our palms flat against

The cold hard pane

Looking right past

Our opposing path

Beyond our reflection

The fields of green

Grow lush for him

Brown for me

That path in the wood

Each way's no good

Both directions lead me to

You, always you

I think we are on

Two different sides

Of the same piece of glass

That path in the wood

Each way's no good

Both directions lead me to

You, always you