There's something more
To paper planes
Than what meets the eye;
The creases and folds
that let them fly.

Beneath the way
They swoop and soar,
Paper planes
have a tendency
To always fall.

Thankfully for us,
We can spend time
Flying up high,
Way up there,
Without a single care.

We have defied gravity
We rarely fall,
But when we do
It's never big,
Only small.

There's something satisfying
About watching paper planes.
Not knowing their journeys.
Not knowing their ways.
Just not knowing.

However we know,
We know now,
About the planes,
And exactly how
We've created a vow.