Plane of Existance

My inner demons like to bite
My baggage is in the overhead compartment
I didn't check it at the gate

So maybe I'm unprepared
and a bit confused
but I'll get over it in time

Like this plane,
my life is up in the air
Catch it if you think you can

The destination is unsure,
but I think the pilot knows
So lets sit back with our heads in the clouds

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