UFO

It floats and floats,
Up, up into the sky
It’s not a plane
Nor a bird
But instead a UFO.
Nothing more
Nothing less
But always does it progress
We never know what to find
What to ask
What to see
So this little thing
Is very questioning
You can spot it in many different ways
In a triangle
Or in a play
We’ve all heard stories
But is it really true?
Should we continue?
Or face certain doom?