Mescaline Eyes

[aloneinmontauk]

Commuting from Atlanta to Chicago
In a fated airplane
Nearly killed a girl
With lovely mescaline eyes,
The plane came crashing
Toward Lake Michigan
That cloudy fall day
In the middle of September,
As people screamed
The girl stayed calm
Because she somehow knew
She was going to be alright,
She glanced around
At the crying children
And the fear-struck woman
In the adjacent seat,
The girl hoped
She didn’t look like her
Because she had no fear
In any corner of her heart,
She was no coward,
She was better than that,
She had a reason to live,
She wanted to lead people,
She wanted to give to the world,
She wanted to save lives,
She wanted to do more than live;
The girl with mescaline eyes
Could have died that day…
But she didn’t.