Zooming around
From the stars to the ground,
And back again. Is it a sin?
I wonder all about
The simple things, and pout.
Boy, it’s a mess,
And I must confess
That you are the best.
Do you know how
We can break out of this now?
I want to go
Where I can flee to and fro.
I hope
That you can offer
A way to make it stop.
All I know
Is that I remember
That I told you so.
Stumbling along the sidewalk 