I flew high once above the clouds on wisps of air,

beyond myself without a care.

but heights once reached were all too far,

so down I came gasping for air.

The stale stench of thick gases did fill my lungs,

and sickening deep did I breath.

For it was easier to sit and breathe and wallow,

in that pungent stench,

then rise above and fly beyond,

the mess that life does wield.