I’m falling 74 stories
I hate heights,how did I get up here? I’d rather be writing about melancholy Mondays or dew drenched mornings
Instead of being without parachute or wind suit and free falling 74 stories
But on the upside it’s quiet and at least I have a good view.It’s kind of relaxing
It’s kind of like me and the sky line are romancing
Imagining me and the sun rise on flat roof tops ballroom dancing
That’s probably just the lack of oxygen to my brain because I can’t even catch a breath to scream
Now I’m going through a rainbow I see red, blue,now green
And the pot of gold isn’t at end it’s on the purple line
So I stop and see how much I can claim for mine
Then I’m on to cloud nine
Making a necklace out of it’s silver line
I must be higher than 74 stories
So from how high am I falling?
Or for that matter, from where?
See now I’m even more scared falling through this cloud
Because I can barely breath,I’m more confused,and my heart is starting to pound
Plus I really don’t want to hit that ground
But what if I hit the water and only get bruised, and I don’t drown?
It’s horrible down there
The earth has pedophiles, racism, and nuclear war-fair
There’s dead-beat fathers, children sell drugs, and the police don’t fight fair
Forget going back there
I’d rather be mauled by bear
Just let me be suspended in this air
So I can tap dance on the clouds like Dick Van Dyke or Fred Estair
As a matter of fact float  my family up here
So we can release stress, share happy thoughts, and have fun right up under this atmosphere
Taking it back to the days when people were still rocking thick rope chains,and rings made out of gold and jade
Keeping it hood,breaking out the card table slapping dominoes and spades
Fitted with dickies, puma, and Adidas suits,with dripping jerry curls and stiff finger waves
Back in the days when less of my people were six feet deep in those graves
I know what it is, I know why I’m up here
I want to fly!
 I want to thrive!
And I needed to get away in this dream if only for a little bit
Just to imagine what it would be like,and to regather my strength
But now I’m awake and it’s back to the daily grind
Man,I wish I could go back to that dream of mine