Airplanes flying in the dead of the night

Looking like blinking lights in the sky

Mistaking them for stars lost in space

Moving to meet with distance


Slowly reaching hoping to find its existence

But all we get is an unrequited chance

Presuming the truth we don’t want to face

It’s not fantasy just a new breed of reality


Now they disappeared to a far off place

And all you see are twinkling stills in the dark

Ignoring the city and its neon signs flashing

You care only for the bliss you wish you had

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