48 000 feet,

cruising altitude,

like sardines we’re packed in an aluminium can that floats in the sky,

going at 800km/hr

Lord receive me please if this tin can fails,

and we’re forced to plummet to our demise,

but i also see in my eyes,

hope that is fuel to fuel a generation,

the beginning of innovation

and we shall orchestra a new age of technology ushered by the metal birds of the air

-Ropa