I’m in line on the runway waiting to take flight. Not sure where I’ll be landing or what the weather will be like. Will I reach my destination? Will I get up off the ground? Will I slowly make my way or will I reach the speed of sound? Will I seek out self-destruction and contribute to my own demise? Will I believe in all I hear or what I see with my own eyes? Will my life be good to me?
Will I grow up strong?
Or will I be proven right for what I knew all along?