Wait.
Stop.
Just gimme a sec.
When did my feet leave the ground?
Because last time I checked
I was down,
down there,
there on the ground.
I was calm
I was clear
I thought I had found
a chance,
myself,
I had just emerged now
from a tunnel so long,
so dark,
beats me how.
Wait.
Stop.
Just float right here.
A cocoon just cracked,
and I have a strange fear
of the butterflies
flappin' 'round in here.
'Cause I'm still just a tad unclear
When the hell
did my feet leave the ground?
I've been swept up
when I just came down.
And aren't views supposed to be clearer up high?
'Cause my vision got hazy
Now that my head's in the sky.