like a monster in the night
it keeps us from taking flight
sickness looms and then destroys
all our plans and travel joys

why must it creep into our life
filling us with unwanted strife?
if i could wipe it clean i would
monster killer, if just i could.

but, so sadly, i must subside
allow the illness to decide
when it comes and when it departs
raising and dropping anxious hearts