In the Sky

As I sit in a metal tube soaring through the sky,

I ask myself, “When was my first trip to fly?”

Have I forgotten that time when I was so small?

I bet I was a little scared that we might fall.

What happened to that wonder that I once had?

When a simple seat on an airplane made me glad.

The seat is cramped and my back is a tad sore,

But as a person in the sky, why ask for more?

So my thanks to the pilot and the engineers,

For learning how to fly and making all the gears.

Thanks to the stewardess, the cutie patootie with a booty,

Even if her day was hard and she was a bit moody.

Oh! As I fling myself from here to there,

I don’t want to be so blindly unaware.

When did I become so damn jaded?

When was my joy and awe invaded?