Weightlessness consumes my pulsing thoughts

I’m irrelevant now

Like a speck of dust

The magic, it worked

No longer feel hurt

I’m ready this time, I quietly quirk

Liberation rises and swells into me

I can’t believe, I thought

I’m finally free

The gawking and jeering shrivels and dies

As I float to the heavens and into the light

I drift and I drift until I stop

To realize this was all for naught

“Oh no,” I panick, “This can’t be true”

But Death glides over then chuckles,

“Yes, how unfortunate for you”

“You can’t cheat me, no matter the tries”

“Please-,” I beg, “Give me some time”

The hope, once flowing, now a trickle

Knowing I failed and I’m in a pickle

Death looks amused and my despair doubles

“You know the rules,” he says not troubled

“Out of sight, out of heaven, and inside a bubble”

Now, I’m irrelevant and floating,

Like a speck of dust

Wind giving direction by the gust

Weightlessness consumes my every thought

Confinement, instead, the current plot