Fall

Like a flying kite, I was on my clouds
Down there I see a lot like spots
I believed they are only spots
Dark spots, only black spots
The cool breeze aired my lungs
I flew like a bird with large wings
Fear was nowhere near
My eyes sparked like a star

Far there, I see a pillar of storm
A firm pillar of awakening storm
that pulled me down, to the greasy ground
and I fell down moving round and round;
into the spots, the dark-black spots
which came over me, covered my thoughts.