Neuroactive

Slave To Gravity

Neuroactive


I travel A là Mode 
Without feeling of a motion 
I return from the curved cruise and resign myself to cubic life 
Falling from the edge of atmosphere 
Body is a slave to gravity 
I wish 
I only felt the crust of earth beneath my feet again 
I've made a reservation at a flight beyond this nation 
I try not to count the days before I hear the hiss of air