with nowhere to go but up
but up
but why
but when the rug
is up and pulled
while you’re standing
waiting for the magic show
to start
there’s no up
there’s only down low
maybe not yet
but when you’re floating
then the ground is gone
the magic is done
you wake up
and you’re falling
up and away
thrown aside
before the sun
before your daughter
before your life
behind the times
behind your eyes
behind a steering wheel
with nowhere to go but up