Universe

Feet on the ground feels so boring.
My head's in the clouds, always soaring.
They say "calm down," but I'm ignoring this feeling inside as pouring.
Up is the way I want to be.
Down is just not for me.
This feeling inside is pouring.
The world spins fast, a blur of colors on my kite,
On the wind, no others.
Gravity's a drag, no lovers, just me and the sky,
My brothers.
This feeling inside is pouring.
Up is the way I want to be.
This feeling inside is pouring.
This feeling inside is pouring.