The centre of the world
the sun in the centre of a bright blue sky
soar up into the clouds
gliding on the wind so high
the light is nigh.
To continue
moving forward step by step
if you manage nothing on this day
but everything as well
remember to breathe
eventually I may tell
but for now i button luscious lips
and sway my hips
as I strut into the night
away and out of sight
up and away with the wind
graceful as a kite.
Keep hold of the string
keep hold with all your might.