i want to be down to earth
but i am not. i am not calm and gentle.
i am not still and undisturbed.
my head is not level and my heart is not steady
and sometimes i can't breathe well but i will try.
although i know
my head is with the stars
and my heart is on a mountain top and my soul
floats through the wind and my body thrashes through the ocean.
i am not down to earth i am scattered about it.
i am tossed and turned all around the planet.
i am not wholesome, i am in fractions.
i'm not conventional, i am irregular.
i am not spontaneous or well spoken or planned but go my gosh
i do know what i need to say

i might not be down to earth, but this earth will come down to me someday.