Everyday at the same hour
He rushed to see the plane,
With the sight came such strong desire
Through every heat wave, snow and rain

The plane glided with the grace
Of falling feathers on a trail
A bird of mechanics on a race
With an ingenious and dreamy tail

At the top of his roof the boy laughed
A rush of wonder, an exquisite dream
His hands followed the machine in awe
The way it curved and shone in every beam

He willed one day he'd be up there
He'd travel far and bottle the air
With smooth strokes of secret moves
He'd show them all that they were the
fools

Accomplishments would make him shine
But starry nights would make him whole
Lavish food, delicacies and stolen wine
But people and pleasure would feed his
soul
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