I’m holding on to gravity before sleep can claim my soul.
To postpone the near oblivion, my egocentric goal,
Amending daybreak thoughtlessness, indulging in my fears,
Feeling the unfamiliarity of the sought-after tears,
Suddenly unable to evade the coming unconsciousness,
My last lamenting sniffle, confirming the hypothesis,
The taste of warmth flies away, my willful ignorance ensues,
Gravity, the tether clutching me to earth, discontinues,
Why did I insist to stay? I say, soaring record high,
What was I ever crying about? Before I learned to fly?
I’m rejecting gravity as sleep maintains my sorry soul,
And as the sun begins to blaze, I realize I was never whole.