Falling Up

Your stratospheric fear of catastrophe's near, fast it's here

Atmosphere past your ears, fall but you'll neverland

Second star to the right

I'm gripping the grass and I'm pulling up daisies

Thank matter for mass and the comfort of gravity

Airplane eclipses over spirals of math, would or could the impact kill me?

Yes, yes, yes No, no, no, no, no

It's just the high-noon moon saying "shoot for the stars!"

"Be the next big constellation, connect the dots between your parts!"

Dandelion seeds yet to ride on the breeze