Floating peacefully and liberally in a strange vacant space
There is no force pulling me down to touch the ground
This ward is rotating spinning me around in a distortion
I am flying soundlessly, I am twirled by my own motions
I am spiraling tranquilly, I careen in my own notions
This freedom makes me high as high as after gulping narcotics
Then you come interfering my peaceful spatial aerodynamic law
Coercing and attracting me toward your side using your mass
Hey gravity, don't you feel guilty making me fall?
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