Pucker your lips

and kiss the wind for me

Let it fluster underneath my feet

See how high a hollow being like i can go

Go, Go

Chase me through the field

Let my lens warp the sky you see

Suspense as I lower my self to meet you

Don’t rest

keep kissing the wind for me

Keep it puckered up

Tight enough to squeeze the air through

So I could fly for a few moments, minutes, maybe less

I lower my self again

BLOW!,BLOW!

Before I drop any further

You mustn’t see this hollow being POP from existing

What then

When i cease to exist

What then

When the blades spread through this field split my hollow shell

What then

I lower my self to meet you

flustering beneath you

I may pop this time but

Go, Go

Don’t rest

Chase more beautiful things