Into the dark we ran
The wind cascading off our backs and into the valley behind-
the hills seemed promising enough,
sloping and calling for us to lay atop;
breaking our backs to depart from reality
Drifting into the clouds, we watched our souls escape with the cotton balls we called to as children
Our minds floating along with the lonesome souls who wish upon shooting stars during the daylight-
amble we were-
singing playful tunes,
and whistling to the beat of the earth rotation