in gods wooden arm so high
the sight of me
makes you weak in your knees
i smell fragrant air and sigh
leave me with the leaves
don't call those keystone cop firemen
who will surely pull me down
i've only left the ground
on which you rant and stamp
shaking your fist at my stupidity
my loving laugh just angers you
why perched with the freedom to fly
i hug my strong, my noble friend
threats you fling from below
belong to a little man
i relied on an assortment of judgments
made the choice to ignore
what i once had wanted
i've only left the ground
on which you rant and stamp
shaking my head at this stupidity
hand over hand
you climb up, so slow
until you reach my bliss
then i let go
i am falling backwards
i am falling backwards