As I board the plane,

I feel so vain,

I am standing there,

With neatly arranged hair,

Hoping that someone will be near,

Just to hear.

Hear what I have to say,

I hope I will make there day,

 As I begin speaking,

I hear the plane creaking.

Creaking? Is this meant to be?

Why can’t I see?

I grab the person next to me,

And he,

Begins to speak,

But he’s so weak.

Looking around,

I see a cloud;

Of smoke,

And the bloke,

Next to me,

Begins to see.

We are stuck,

If only there was a hook,

I could fish us out,

Without a doubt.

But fate seems to be mean,

And this is no dream,

We are lying here,

With fear.

Is there anybody out there?

Anyone to care?

Or are we just two people stuck in a motion,

That caused little commotion.