Lost airplane

If the air of this world,
was sold to us clean,
Then I would know,
there are none to believe...

If I was an airplane...
I would have dreams...
Flying so distant,
cut the edge off new seams...

If all the people,
and the ones in between,
could see my picture,
I know I'd be queen.

This sweet lonely plane,
looking so keen,
maintenance scrubbed me,
I'm escaping it seems...

For when I am gone,
the box will remember,
the box is my friend,
the box knows me better...

For if the box,
can never be found,
lies that were lost
deepest waters be bound.

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