I am only an abject subject under oppressive Gravity,
	the king over these earthly domains.
The harder I endeavour to sever its hold on me,
	the tighter the blighter pulls the reins.

What grave deed did I unwittingly commit,
	to be imprisoned thus with ball and chain?
In this cell, Gravity has sentenced me to sit,
	for a term terminated only by my bane.

Gravity hungers for my bones and my flesh.
	Well, it is quite welcome to all of it!
It's just Gravity's mean means with which to enmesh.
	No longer does matter matter to me a bit.

My body is a mere mole upon my soul,
	a burdensome excrescence.
But, through my mind's eye's portal,
	I can steal away with my essence.

I wish to vanquish Gravity's restrictive bond,
	so I can soar into the skies that I adore.
Defying the tying forces, let me abscond -
	fleeing from the law that I abhor.

Dream of flight, carry me away
	and set my spirit free.
Let me tarry not another day,
	but set sail into that vast blue sea.

With one blessed bound,
	I cast off my heavy-leaden load,
to forever leave the ground
	and cast off to my heavenly abode.

To find my place of berth,
	I set sail into the clear-air skies,
to watch the lowly earth
	pale by compare, as I rise and rise.

Gracefully I ascend.
	Up into the ether, I swiftly soar in flight!
Into the boundless blue, I wend.
	Like a galley, I oar to an awful height!

No longer in shackles bound
	- what a really reeling feeling.
I'm homeward bound
	- what a wholly healing feeling.

Slowly, I lose myself to the vapours,
	till all that's left of me
is a bunch of words on wind-blown papers
	and a deserted shell left empty.

Finally free to quell
	the burning yearning inside my soul.
I'm far from my fleshy shell,
	yet far closer to feeling whole.

Gracious gusts have exalted me to grace.
	I am in high spirits once again.
I've been lifted up to an utterly wondrous place,
	where it is no longer Gravity, but I who reign.

Dolfinning with finesse and artful ease,
	in the cool currents of Caprice I swim.
Butterflying blissfully on the balmy breeze,
	I'm blown hither and thither at a whim.

And, when weary, I wallow in wisps of white,
	refreshing and rejuvenating myself in roving reservoirs.
Yes, in amongst the clouds I frolic and delight,
	soaking my spirit in these stratospheric spas.

Winging through the wide welkin, I feel as light
	and free as a floating feather.
I'll settle nowhere - far too light to alight -
	whisked off by a wee whisper of the weather.

But, even though I'd settle for unfettered flight,
	it seems I'm still anchored to the Nether.
My freedom is as illusive as that of a kite,
	tied tight to its tether.

For Reality has cast out behind me
	with promises of earthly joys as the alluring bait.
It doesn't take long for Reality to find me.
	Any resistance on my part now is too little, too late.

Reality has me hooked, tugging at my heels.
	My freedom is on the line.
Relentlessly hauling me in, Reality reels and reels,
	fishing me forth from freedom divine.

My dream has for a brief moment lent me slack,
	and, on the winds of this reverie, I've risen.
But now it is Reality that's reeling me back
	down to earth, to my sobering corporeal prison.

Reality down below weights upon me -
	like a boulder upon my shoulder.
A painful post-flight plight waits upon me:
	members growing older till finally they moulder.

And, reluctantly, I must once again say so long
	to my flight of fancy, so noble and so fine,
and resign myself to the tiresome task of trudging along
	through this hopelessly humble life of mine.