On a mattress of clouds
I float in the sky,
I think,
"How on earth did i get this high"

I was on the ground when i shut my eyes,
"Is this what its like when someone dies?"

As a child, i wanted to fly.

I search for air,
But none found here.
Fish find habitat in my floating hair.

My heart is in overdrive  
And then it stops.
My last glance is a oncoming shark

"I know what it's like to feel so alive."