Falling Airplane
Now and then I dream in my dreary mind
Of an airplane I can’t hear but I see in the sky.
It falls toward the ground, eerily without a sound.
And I’m in the middle of nowhere helplessly seeing
A flight of lives in a nightmare helplessly being
About to crash to the ground – right in the sun
Without a sound being heard by anyone.
But something wakes me before it ends
I’m shaking and pouring out sweat.
I hope it ended alright, as by some miracle,
As it will one day be my flight, I’m fearful, but
There’s nothing to do but be cheerful
And hope some pass in more beautiful dreams
While the rest of us wake from our nightmare-filled sleep.
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