Floating

Floating, high from the ground

Floating, no gravity where I am found

No familiar sound around

Hangin’ out above the ground

I never think of coming down.

Soaring, too near the sun

Gliding, so far away from everyone

You turn around and there I’m gone

Easier said than done

I’ve drawn a circle ‘round the sun.

Clinging, to the edge of night

Singing, those melodies that don’t sound right

But then again, they don’t sound wrong

Is this just another song

Or had I known it all along?