I look down and I'm still dizzy
The world's upset my stomach
But slowly surely
I'm back at it
Climbing the stairs
And I feel the air in my mouth
Or something as air
It's funny
My tongue it's itchy
My mouth's like fire
The words gradually come out
Plots
Ideas
Desires
Plans
And I still don't know what it is
This thing in my mouth
Tastes like honey
Or syrup perhaps
But I don't dwell on taste
Nutritious it seems
I'm starting to fly.