maybe when you’re 13
you’ll watch a documentary
and sit in class imagining
you’re a jet airplane
far away
from your stupid little town
that’s pushing another day around the block
like a shopping cartdrag your fingers down the length of lockers in the hall
last day of seventh grade
strange
to feel nothing
all up & down the corridor
kids fly homework paper planes
press the bar
push the door
blink against the sun
what does it matter?
jet airplane
but anyone who’s ever said
nothing matters in the end
has never felt the way i did
the year you were born
when it was all crashing in
and you were so small
so small
it all matters
yeah
it all matters
jet airplane
