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Plane


Things look so small when you’re so far from the ground.

Almost like a toy model,

Made with the greatest precision.

The water stretches forever,

And the largest cities are just the smallest indication of man,

Across the land.

Even the highest hills are no match for you.

Through the window sills,

Your height is greater.

Buildings and people seem meaningless,

Just another birth, on the massive earth

While you fly above all,

Unknown.

It’s not you they’ll see, just the vessel upon which you fly

One that caused millions to die -

Unforgotten.

With a death rate so high,

Why do you wish to go down below,

Where you’re just another speck,

Across a million miles of land,

And a blanket of wet sea?

You don’t want to live unknown,

You don’t want to die remembered,

So reach your wings so high,

Give in to the sky and fly,

Where dreams can't be severed.

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