Stowaway in the wheel wells of a plane My adventurous nature has nearly killed me again Away I fled to Somalia to see my parents in an Internment camp A state of hibernation at forty-thousand feet all the way No replies from the mainland for now Do they wonder where I will be found? Before I fall asleep I could see the sea My eyes peering through the hole, my face against the hull All my limbs go numb and I think, "What have I done?" Losing oxygen, sinking through the cold, circling the void I forgot to save me from myself A state of hibernation at forty-thousand feet all the way No replies from the mainland for now Do they wonder where I will be found?