Poetry

At times when I feel weighted down by things that seem unfair,

I dream of life in outer space, of floating light as air.

I wake up oh-so-weightless, fly with friends to school at eight.

I hover during homeroom, soar in art as I create.

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I chase my lunch as it strays off and catch a bite mid-flight.

I coast in chem and sail through essays when it's time to write;

Then heading home, I freewheel on my astronautic bike.

My St. Bernard becomes a kite out on our stellar hike.

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At night as I spin off to sleep, I find my mind is clear.

My heavy thoughts have drifted off into the atmosphere.

Without the pull of gravity, I float through cosmic hush,

past constellations, shooting stars, and sparkling astral dust.

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I bring the feeling of free-floating back to Earth with me.

I'm ready to let worries go—I'm weightless and care free.