Planes

Gliding over the Earth's surface
swift as an eagle's wing.
Inside it feels like
a casual stroll through the skies

But past the thick walls
you're speeding like a bullet
Past towns and cities
lakes and oceans
People are nonexistent
and buses are smaller than ants

I wonder if the people
thousands of feet below me
think I'm just a shooting star
and wish on me
Like the songs of yesteryear