Flat

lay in the daisies on the ground..
and watch the clouds float by,
fluffy cotton elephants..
thinking, how can the world
be round..we would all slip off..
the clouds puffed and rolled..
at a leisurely pace,
not a thousand miles a minute..
What is this thing called gravity. ?
a prisoner in its elements..!
Gravity keeps your feet on the ground,
so they say, what goes up must come down..
I cant believe the world is round..
and we're spinning in Space at an
astronomical rate..
The moon and sun would be a blur
as we passed by it wouldn't occur..
We're flat and static ..or my ears
would pop..
I'd be on the toilet throwing up..