B
Beee-Dun
Guest
Free fly
Falling from some unexplainable high
Came to the jump
Decided to dive
Head over heel gravity gets a hold
The bottom seems unlikely to hit
Everything keeps going round
If beginning was the end
The flight was all pretend
A memory of the wind
Wound up in suspended thought
Traveling over the horizon
Ushering in day to night from dark to light
Always in frame but never a picture taken
Fractions of the same second
Fragments left vacant
Figments of imagination
Wrapping one like blanket
Falling from some unexplainable high
Came to the jump
Decided to dive
Head over heel gravity gets a hold
The bottom seems unlikely to hit
Everything keeps going round
If beginning was the end
The flight was all pretend
A memory of the wind
Wound up in suspended thought
Traveling over the horizon
Ushering in day to night from dark to light
Always in frame but never a picture taken
Fractions of the same second
Fragments left vacant
Figments of imagination
Wrapping one like blanket