Plane

Flying to our destination,
Escaping from an invasion,
The future has an invitation,
And death is your last station,
An escape to a new area,
Something that will stair ya,
The clouds that block your view,
A journey to find something new,
Only thing you have is a clue,
Flying with an unknown few,
Air to be ripped apart,
Leaving behind a part,
For a new star,
All needs stacked in a cart,
your luggage carried with you,
Protectedfrom wind that never blew,
No drive, no distraction,
Only needs one action,
As you look through the gap,
It’s time to make a new map.