The Passenger

Nothing makes you question life like a plane ride.
Squished into a capsule full of hairy arms, coughs, B.O.
A helpless passenger in the hands of a pilot.

As you takeoff, your eyes close + flood with questions like:
If this airplane ride is my last breath, am I ready?
When was the last time I told Mom, I love you?
Is this guy to my right gonna keep hogging the armrest?

The lights go off. Cue for you to sleep
But the couple next to you is chattering
They look 80 but they tell you, they just got married 2 months ago!
Grew up around each other, but only realized recently
That it was love

On your connecting flight, you sit next to this sullen guy
(Did you know minor leaguers only make $10 an hr?)
He had to quit cuz of tendinitis in his throwing arm
Now he's divorcing his wife + wondering
How's he gonna to support his 2 daughters
When he's unemployed?

Landing is always more frightening than takeoff
Noisier, shakier, + you've seen too many fiery wrecks on CNN
But you're strangely calm
A world full of joys + pains
+ you're just another passenger
In a world full of airports

It makes you feel smaller than ever
+ reminds you that He's as big as He's always been.