As is sit in this plane
I grow angrier and angrier
As it is late flying off.
I look out the window and stare into,the distance and see a green field.
Then I start to day dream about my life and all that it has become.
Then I think about what if this is my last flight.
Maybe this is the flight that ends my life falling, plumpiting into this earth.
Hit it right smack in the face.
As my body burns into ashes in one breath.
I think maybe I should be closer to my family, maybe be a better person.
You know same old same old as if I was already told that I should be doing this.
My neck is burning from the thought of not having my hand made rosary.
I always bring it when I'm flying.
I think to myself how foolish it is to think a necklace can make me feel safe.
Than the backing of the plane wakes me up from my day dream.
And I thank the sky that I was given an opportunity to have twenty more mins to live.
To be able to breathe in and out yet again.
My anger cease to exit, as I am glad to still exit.
If I survive this flight, I shall change my ways.
An agreement with my brain and heart.