At first a gentle breeze
Just a breath of fresh air
Playfully caressing
The locks of my hair
Then it's picking up speed
And I'm starting to sway
I lose my footing
I’m blown away
Like a leaf I take flight
Up towards the sky
Am I falling or flying
Should I laugh or cry?
Taking control
I decide that I’m flying
Only trying to land
Involves the chance of dying
