I am an airplane drifting through the sky...
Country after country, I ponder.
Each journey more diversified,
Always a messenger, never a responder.

I am an airplane drifting through the sky...
The air is cool, the wind kisses me.
Water blankets my eyes,
I am solely another wannabe.

I am an airplane drifting through the sky…
My head begins to spin.
Thirty thousand miles high,
This flight has gone awry.

I am an airplane spiralling to the ground…
All aspirations now in a lost and found.
My seams become unbound,
Oh no, here comes the ground