"They keep calling him lucky" my mama
says
reading about a boy so desperate as to
climb
into the wheel well of an airplane
and fly to Hawaii.
They keep callin him lucky.
Temperatures of -80 degrees, almost completely depressurized.
Says only 18 people have ever survived.
They keep callin him lucky and I can't help but wonder if he passed out from lack of air, or simply lack of life.
Says he ran away from his family yet people keep callin him lucky.
I think of ever time I lift off
how many boys got their eyes on my plane
wishing they could be me?
He was desperate enough to
crawl into what he must have known to be
certain death.
Yet they keep callin him lucky.
May 13, 2014
May 13, 2014 at 10:11 PM UTC
"They keep calling him lucky" my mama
says
reading about a boy so desperate as to
climb
into the wheel well of an airplane
and fly to Hawaii.
They keep callin him lucky.
Temperatures of -80 degrees, almost completely depressurized.
Says only 18 people have ever survived.
They keep callin him lucky and I can't help but wonder if he passed out from lack of air, or simply lack of life.
Says he ran away from his family yet people keep callin him lucky.
I think of ever time I lift off
how many boys got their eyes on my plane
wishing they could be me?
He was desperate enough to
crawl into what he must have known to be
certain death.
Yet they keep callin him lucky.
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