i'm dragging
and i'm skipping
and its like floating
except for a ten pound weight
tied to each foot
and i'm gazing
wondering at my feeble attempts
to step up the clouds
i'm not looking for the ninth one
i'm going further
i wish
i don't care about the rainbows
or the treasure at the end
the sky is mine
i want the wind to
whip me about
i want the rains to
soak me through
i need the lightning to
jolt into me
and the sun's rays to
handle me gently