If there was a ladder to the top of the world
Could I climb to the top?
I want to see the view from up there.
I feel scared, that if I get to the top and look down, the sights might not be as I had expected.
No, that is an excuse
I’m letting go of the reins, gonna let the wind carry me.
Arms raised, streamers on the tips of my fingers
Every color wisping my hair @90 miles per hour
I want to see for miles
How many jet streams can I count?
I want to see the top of the trees
As if looking at moss covered rock
Won’t you come up and share the view?
Clear view of the solar bright
Squinting my eyes
Intensity forces them shut
All I capture is everything
Which is nothing
Except the face of feeling free
In the warmth of the light
My skin, a reflection of white.
There was a ladder to the top of the world
And now I don’t want to climb back down
What would it feel like to jump from the top of the world?
and free fall until I land…
Where will that be?
Will I leave a jet stream?