Apocalyptic thoughts
Interrupted by
Rogue fears
Packed in a tin can
Opulent suited bodies
Racing past me
Trying desperately to reach a destination.
Sigh.

Surely things will go well...
Unless...
Crash. Boom. Oh, no.
Knowing your fate is

Sealing it, to an extent.
Of course, you can never

Mention these things.
Under constant vigilance.
Can you calm my nerves?
Have you ever dreamed of wings?