What a feeling. Upside down and backwards, sick to my eyes, blind to my stomach. Spinning free like a rocket ignited not by will, but by circumstance. Landing nowhere, carrying nothing... just flying.
Spurned by a dream. Laughing and smiling through a nightmare. Knowingly going in the wrong direction. Spinning free like a raft guided not by sail or paddle, but by current. Landing nothing, carrying nowhere... just floating.
And yet here I am. Three hours ahead of my home. Far away from the City of Angels. Or am I? Spun free like an animal guided not by sight or scent, but by fear. Guess I'll figure out where I'll find ground, and what will be in my hands... just falling.