My body floats just under the ceiling
I enjoy looking up at my private heaven
White painted popcorn, each wrinkle a star
Every sweep of my hand crosses dozens of light years
A man can lie there
I’m not sure why I drank all the fluids
For engines, not people
The taste awful but I was on a diet
I wanted solitude, peace
Not a scope down my throat
Now I just lie
It’s hard to fly up when your arms are strapped down
Suicide is surrender
I didn’t want to die, just go
When you’ve made a mess, you leave
Soon as they let me I’ll visit my heaven
Touch all the stars at the tips of my fingers
Meet some new beings who might understand
Quietly I’ll hang above, drift back and forth
A man can lie there