Treasure Island

Travis Johnson

(06 Sept 86 / Evansville, IN)

Ejection


When I’m sitting by myself
My mind starts to really roam
Thinking of all the thangs
Going on back at home
And I’m stressed out
To the point of bail out
So much on my mind
I jus wanna yell out
I tell myself to push the button
This is the point of it all
Ejection- ejection
Going higher before I fall
Parachute- parachute
I pull the cable but nothing
Thinking to myself
There should be something
Next the back up chute
For some relief
Nothing even happened
I jus can’t believe
Falling to Earth
My life flashes before my eyes
Thinking to myself
Any second I could die
A 100 feet,50 feet
25 feet, now 5
Nothing can save me
Now this is jus my time
My fear of death
Has caught up with me
Then my last thought was
Will anybody even remember me?

Submitted: Sunday, January 03, 2010
Edited: Thursday, July 07, 2011

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