floating through the air,
the up-draft lifts me higher

looking down below me
I see the beauty of the world
how pleasant and peacefull it looks,

I wonder what the people are doing
are they enjoying there day
how are the hopes dreams and sorrows
can they see me floating above them

the up- draft vanishes
and now instaed of looking below
I'm hurtled towards the ground

will the ground embrace me in a warm hug
or smash in my face
either way
it will soon be over
the pain will stop