Flying

Scared of flying Dropping like a stone from The big blue sky With a plop into the waters beneath Also stained blue, And staining my face blue As the last of my breathe leaves me As I sink deeper and deeper, Becoming nothing but debris on the soft ocean floor It is not so much death, as dying That I fear If I had to choose, I would choose for myself A quiet death My heartbeat lingers, then gradually fades Not beating uncontrollably As the long snout Of some sea creature Comes in view And it snaps me in half Accidents do happen, but the brave Choose to overcome them, rather than Succumb to them. Needless to say, I am a coward I am scared that the plane's streamlined body With burst into flames Midair And my ashes will be scattered across The great Australian deserts Perhaps then I will truly become Part of Australia