I’ve been chewing this gum
For the last 20 years.
It’s old, flavorless
I have been drunk on wine,
Too many times.
So many lives I have lived.
But not yet mine.
Broken, I guess.
My mind wounds me. Abuses me.
Hurts me. Lies to me.
My chorus is off key.
And me, I’m just me.
Blessed with a nice plate of
Lost my soul in the Super Bowl.
Missed my chance with a spin of the wheel.
Met my match
Met my maker
Told him to take it back
That I couldn’t take myself.
That I didn’t want this life.
I didn’t ask for this.
And I am scared.

And I am dancing in the air right now.
But my feet are on the ground.
And beauty sits next to me.
And ugly in my head
And fear is on the faces

It’s just another day for the pilot
Another day in the air.


Jason Wright is the editor and founder of Oddball Magazine. His column appears weekly.