Aeroplane Down
Sky bound toward that home that was never found.
I rode my way through
The transparent path against the clouds,
Blind to my fate, the water that would hit hard,
Doom that became the puppeteer of my odds
Of surviving the disaster that would flood the halls.
I greeted my decision with a smile
And ignored all the red lit signals.
I walked through the whistles
Telling me that dangers on.
I tuned off my ears to pretend they were false alarms.
As I moved forward past the last morning,
I said goodbye to the distant dawn,
Not knowing it was the ending.
Harm wasn’t far along.
I sat and waited for the evening,
The final descent to where we’d start.
I wrote a paper in my head saying:
I’ll have an arm to keep me from getting lost.
If only I’d known how I’d be drowning and burning,
I wouldn't have gotten on.