On A Plane

Flying high, over the world,
Okay, over a small patch,
With very little keeping you alive,
But, not thinking about that,

But, instead, living your life,
As if nothing's threatening it at all,
Not being prepared for the eventuality,
That the house of cards may fall,

As might you, through the morning light,
On your way to a standard rendez vous.
Oh, if you could only see into the future,
You'd be rich, wouldn't you?

And it's alright,
That's nothing new,
Nor is the fact that keeping on keeping on,
Is all you can do.