Plane of uncertainty
With wings of eternity
To which it goes on a path, to variety
To an eternal reality
Where the sky is high
And beyond the horizon
The realization of a destination
That leads to repetition
The plane goes in a straight line of infinity
It never knows, now and where, in reality
Its fuel never ends, so it goes, calmly
Solemnly, provides a flow of humility
It never stops, knows not to where it goes
Only flys continuous to where it's winds, flows
In a never ending glow of uncertainty
Freely, openly, voluntarily appears in its array of trails
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