A Plane Life

My life has become so plane (plain) Like the smell of plastic burning As my engines falter and the lights flicker A mayday A crash Plummeting into a dark ocean One where the only sounds you can hear are your own thoughts And the occasional shark fins causing ripples in the sea I could try to swim up to breathe But metal scraps and rubble of metal wings sink me deeper Only being able to catch a glimpse of the purple sky and pale moon That makes me hungry I’m starving Not for simple food like macaroni or an ice cream sundae But for a sense of liberty Freedom A way to lose the weight of painted aluminum that covers my fragile, broken heart I do I truly do I want to fill my stomach and reach my destination Maybe even build a submarine with the remains of this failed aviation As I finally may kiss the soft ground with my broken feet And while I lost my wings and can no longer fly Maybe I’ll grow and learn how to swim