The lightness of being is pulling in its wake,
i can not resist
just let myself glide
and soon i feel my feet leaving the ground
i walk on thin air
and soon it turns thicker

The lightness of being is pulling me in its wake
and i start smiling when i realise
that i swim in the air,
i cant just let it happen
i have to intervene

That lightness of being i need to make it mine
and fall to the ground
with a loud thud
and realise i am on wooden floor in my childhood bedroom.