Aeroplane

Aeroplane

Flying made of sticks and paper
aeroplane.
Dying is the wind but climbing
my aeroplane.
Blowing, and going somewhere high
in the evening tumbling down
but it's surely been up there.

Crying want to live my life as
my aeroplane

Sighing in the sun's eye, but softly
my aeroplane.

Lonely, but only till it comes down
where there's people running round.
But it's surely been up there.

Flying my aeroplane.