When the Plane Goes Down

I'd like to think that if the plane went down
I'd spend my final moments contemplating the infinite,
But I know I'd go screaming holy hell like the rest of them,
And I suppose that would be more fun.
We spend our lives contemplating,
Waiting for the right moment to attract everyone's attention.
When the plane goes down, you'll be screaming for attention,
But the person in the seat next to you will only hear his own screams.