Falling

                   and I'm falling...

                   falling through city streets

                   and I'm falling through the places

                   where the past and future meets

                   I'm falling through lies

                   and stories I've been told

                   I'm falling through a truth

                   that my body couldn't hold

                   I'm falling through institutions

                   and every single belief

                   or they sort of fell past me

                   along with happiness and grief

                   and I'm falling through purposes

                   and the arms of the status quo

                   and though they sought to teach me

                   their reach in me wouldn't grow

                   I'm falling through ambition

                   and any badges of achievement

                   as I'm falling through the suburbs

                   and all other forms of berevement

                   Now I'm falling through the atmosphere

                   into outer space

                   far from this friendly planet

                   and every other state of grace