As my eyes lower and my body shrinks
I drift into a land not known as a physical place
I blink as I descend hoping not met by a jinx
It's as lively as can be to me but to you it's null space
My face is motionless like a tree in a windless place
My thoughts are roaming free I can choose from my atlas
Unfortunately to cure my imbalance I must take leave
and drift from the lonely tree to a state where I'm mean to be.