Tipsy-Topply Trip

As I lean backwards, my world closes in on me.
Swaying in many directions yet still holding on,
I cannot focus on one object because it will push me back.
Instead, I look around for something to grab on to.

Settling, I take a deep breath to make up for lost ones.
      Then rise above and wait again for me to
      Close my eyes again
And fall once more.

The fall does not scare me, it's only a trip.
I will be back again to travel
Only this time, I travel through time and space.
      The only emergency brakes on this ride are my eyes.
      They grab hold of something
And never let go.

      What is near is far from grasp; but
      What is close is far away and it leans on me.
      I wish I could physically hold on to something
      But I just let my eyes do the work.