Drifting over the air
I looked below, the world minimised
Far away sea and land, all dehumanized
The air felt different
Having left but not arrived
Having fallen but not been lifted
Up
I considered where I had been
The things I wish I had not seen
The things I wish I had done
And I knew I must wait
Until I passed through the gate
To new skies and a new sun

I sat on a wooden chair
No one else seemed to be there
The coffin did shine
Mourn the lost life line
As the suited man said a prayer