I'll try

What can I do when I myself can't even get things straight? I can sense the issues, I've been told the issues and yet, my auto pilot has sent me in the opposite direction, the blind eye the pilot. I don't want to be the passenger. I feel so many people slipping from my grasp; some with ease and some taken hostage of gravity. All our paths spiral like a crashing plane sometimes, but who keeps hiring these damn pilots? I want normal, but I want compassionate neighbors too. There has to be a middle ground, but it's invisible to me now. All I can do is pull people back onto the plane with me, but we're moving so fast. Trees whir by and continents slip past. We haven't crashed yet, but knock on wood. It's easy for me to say, right? I am hanging on for dear life onto the wing and you may cling to my ankle and in my heart I feel like the last hope of your survival. I say it not out of superiority, but out of concern. I am closer to the cabin, and I want to reach down to grab your wrist and pull you back in, but I don't. I wish I wasn't so scared. I don't know of what, but I am scared. It maybe different than others, but its nonetheless valid. For anyone out there, just know I'd rather you be in the cabin than I, then at least I'd know I'm the only one suffering. It would be solace to see people deserving of peace be happy. Anyone would agree with me though, that if you're falling out of the air, it doesn't matter what class you were sitting in. Everyone is clinging for dear life, so just don't let go of me because I won't let you fall. I'll try my best