Falling, from the sky, from the clouds and the moon.
Calling, like a goat, like a squirrel like a loon.

The clouds surround the sea. The sky’s floating above me.

Gravity’s pushing me down.
Because what I’ve done, made me feel like a clown.

Watching, like a hawk, like a cat, like a bee.
Sinking, in the air, in the sky, to the sea.

I accept my own personal fate, I’ll probably land on a tall metal gate.

I don’t have time to be afraid, as I’ve already gotten delayed.

Falling, falling, falling.

The birds are still calling.
My head is deathly throbbing.

I wish to be free, like a dancing bumble bee.
I want to be a cactus, scaring away my enemy’s.

Alas all I can do, is just keep falling. Until I hit the ground.
I hope nobody’s around.