The uninhabited white mettalic body crosses the sky
Risking its fall inch by inch,
Flying parallel to time
Creeping towards its unsure destination

The eyes sweep across vicinity
Searching for a cause
Looking for something but blue
Seeking a reason to fly

In the ocean of fog, it hovers for a decade
Terminating its fuel
Resting its wings
The uninhabited white mettalic body touches the sea