Departure Lens

Strapped in tight, a tremor in my chest,
Osaka's glow, putting me to the test.
Tiny windows frame a world below,
My city's pulse, a fading, final show.

Higher we climb, beyond the urban haze,
A new refraction, for these coming days.
This distant glare, a life I leave behind,
Future's spectrum, sharp and unconfined.

Takoyaki scent, a ghost upon the breeze,
Tsutenkaku's beacon, through the cloud-filled trees.
Arcade lights dim, a vibrant, blurry hue,
Old reflections shift, for something fresh and new.

Higher we climb, beyond the urban haze,
A new refraction, for these coming days.
This distant glare, a life I leave behind,
Future's spectrum, sharp and unconfined.

Is this a leap, or just a fading trace?
My heart's lens widens, finding its own space.
Every shadow shrinking, every light takes flight,
Embracing the vast unknown, with all my might.

The city's pulse, now beating with the sky.
My journey starts, as horizons fly.