It was as if I thrust myself, off into the air;
And at break-neck speeds,
First here breads, and then arriving there;
Then something in me pleads,
Just why be it I should care?
I began to sing to myself, a simple song;
About wrongs that had gone right.
And rights that had gone wrong.
So as my plane grew dimly out of sight,
No more did flight belong.
Then I laid me down complete;
Though the wind kept blasting on,
My heart kept time with every beat,
And then the beat was gone…