Zeno of Elea

Last night I dreamed

That I could fly

But when I woke I had forgotten how

and now it seems,

I don't know why,

I just feel so much sadder now

I jumped from high

and hoped to rise

but gravity would not allow it

so I fall

and close my eyes

I guess it doesn't matter now

I hear the sound

and I feel the wind

falling in my endless dive

I'm wondering

about how strange it's been

how strange it's been to be alive

I see the ground

and here at the end

I think of how I might survive

I'll fall halfway

and half again

and perhaps I never will arrive

perhaps I never will arrive

And it goes on

and it never stops

and it goes on

and it never stops

and it goes on and on

and it never stops