I lost the feeling of gravity
It doesn't mean a thing
The roots dangle
mid air
levitating

No tether
No anchor
No top
No bottom
In space no one to hear you
If you scream.

Floating mid air
An airplane
All those lives
All those problems
They seem so small

Flapping so hard to
stay above it all

Flying these miles inside
Being mistaken for a guide
Pointing out
This or that
Through landscapes alien
But still Mother Earth

Familiar but many
endless
unfamiliar
Currents
riding the winds
Like hallways poorly light
No red exit sign
Each stop a different apartment
Inside

A history all our own
From the pictures on the walls
To the memories in the drawers

Everyone so unique
Everyone so much the same

It's enough to make a
person try to
do a graceful landing when
coming back down to earth.