Grabbing on to the plane, you fly – clouds above and below/
  
Hours later it continues, as does your belief that this is the way /
 
You find a way into the plane /
 
The doors lock /
 
Now you are stuck, bloodying fingers as you scratch towards the outside /
 
There is only one way out /
 
The once-plane lights up the dreary head-space /
 
Flying on squirrel wings you glide down at a pace of a shooting star /
 
Having no way to stop the descent, the clouds break apart /
 
Tendrils of light illuminate the mountain-scape /
 
A path, a pattern /
 
It is your way /
 
Something is wrong /
 
How did you end up on your back and why is the sky so… clean? /
 
Turbulence from the plane rocks you to the realization /
 
You were dreaming /