Such strange creatures
Contentment
A fleeting ideal
We chase voraciously
To come in arm’s reach
As it disintegrates
Beneath our fingertips
As I am
I think
Ergo I am
Here on the ground
Longing to be in the air
Once there
Desirous
For gravity’s power
Planting me firmly
Terrestrially
Only to gaze at the clouds
Remembering the view
From the other side
