Right before take off My own mortality moves in, taking a seat on my chest regrets fill my mind What if this is it? A small strip of material around my waist Tethering me to a seat 40 thousand feet up this buckle won’t Save me Flashes of their lives without me My eyes are choking my vision as I realise Both The validity and the stupidity of this feeling But The love lines are strong One time through the air won’t sever this bond yet already in my mind the feel of small bodies Wanting not to forget Skin like velvet; one four years old with a demeanour beyond him The other nearly seven, an angel on earth in the form of a child What luck, to hold them every single day! Though once this far away continuous moments are spent trying to channel their presence and Looking out to the cloudy blue beyond and the wing of this Giant bird wobbles, my anxiety My existence alongside it poses a question mark Survival? And I trust in the universe And the men in the cockpit The engineers of my continuity today, Please
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