Drifting, falling, the stars mark my passage
I am alone in the silence of the universe's embrace.
Falling, flying, my heart races with the thrill,
And I wonder what will meet me when I land.

Flying, whirling, my soul screams at the pain
The new sensations that greet me burn like fire.
Whirling, careening, down toward the earth
Anticipating mingles with fear, and I close my eyes.

Careening, dropping, the ground grows ever larger
As I wrap my arms around myself and tears start to fall
Dropping, crashing, into the earth beneath me
The pain is exquisitely beautiful, and I scream.

Drifting, floating, my soul is now free
And I wonder what will meet me when I land.