some people fly airplanes

there are those born into this life
and can not crack the jawbone
that snaps their body tightly
held in it's mouth
where you keep fighting
or you just learn the softest way
to give up

you may meet a child,
son of a doctor,
when you're 5 years old

you marvel
at their creature comforts
their bedroom shelf stuffed
with the dreams of 
television commercials
you never thought you'd see
on the other side of the screen

you may feel a stubborn sting
your hardly tuned in to
to recognize
your face still fresh from the awe
as you pass their gardener on  leaving

he says to you:
some men are born to sweep floors
some people fly airplanes
and you never fully know what he means
as you crack open the rusted door
of your mother's chevy nova
and you don't know what he means
until just now